Clary nodded softly, glancing down at the cat on her lap to offer her a smile before looking back up at Randel. "Ah." Her head canted to the side, her bright green eyes blinking curiously.

"I don't know. It felt right to ask first." She couldn't say why.

Her fingers continued to run along the cat's smooth fur while her other hand took sips of her drink. "Is everything here for the shelter? Like non-profit?"