Nepeta is rarely out this early - it's too dangerous, even for her. But there had been a rally that she just couldn't miss and now she's on her way back from it, veil firmly in place and keeping her face from giving her away. Her eyes flick behind it all over the scenery, drinking it in with the sort of eagerness only people who don't get out much possess. It's the only reason she stares for more than a few seconds at the occupants of the nearby cafe, but the double take she does is completely intentional - there's a woman there who looks too too familiar.

She slows as she draws level with the cafe, dropping down to her knee by Rose's table under the pretense of tying her shoe. Hands shielded by overlarge hoodie sleeves pull diligently but thoughtless at her laces as she subtly looks over the woman's face, the woman's table, making absolutely certain that it's not just wishful thinking.

"Purrl grey? Really?" she murmurs softly, eyes catching on the teabag sitting on the saucer. The comment is quiet enough that it can easily be brushed off by the woman if she's wrong, and meaningful enough to catch attention if Nepeta is still as good at recognizing faces as she used to be.