"Oh, yeah?"

Soon enough. What's that supposed to mean? Is he dying?

Barrow follows the box with his gaze, turning it back on Strand with tired, slightly narrowed eyes-- why did you have that-- but he's not about to start a fight. Instead, he shakes his hand.

"As much as cats are anyone's, I s'pose." Long ago he'd promised a friend he'd care for her half-grown strays; she's not coming back, but at least they're still here.