Where Carlisle is met with nervous timidity, Rey is nowhere near as cautious when speaking her mind. She might have fucked with her brain recently, but she sure as hell remembers that mess and how infuriated she was that such an individual was even remotely related to the Guard's business for a time.

"And they wear pants," Rey echoes flatly. Because, yes, clearly this is the details that matters most. "Well, guess if they're going to be standing upright, they might as well look the part."

Or something. It's never been a huge deal to Rey, but she's never been one to gauge on the appropriateness of animal attire.

"Either way, don't worry about Tripod. He's just... wary around strangers." On top of being sickly radioactive, but Carlisle doesn't need to know that while the cat is hanging about.