[There's a sly little grin following that.] Yeah. I'm head of something like that myself. [It's the way he says it that indicates it's something here that he hasn't told her.]

...she's cute. She has a name, right? [Because that's his biggest concern, apparently. Still, he's going to crawl forward just a little before carefully reaching forward and plucking the cat up from the ground, turning her in his hands to cradle her in his arms. Good cat. He's pushing himself back up to his full height like this is totally normal, tilting his head at the outpost again.]

And there actually still dryads here? [He's asking questions, but not the one he wants to ask.] We can go look inside the structure itself can't we?