Nepeta's gaze flicks away from Rose's to stare unseeingly at her tea as she's silent for a moment. This entire time her mind has been filled with hope for reuniting with her friends and stopping this horrible government and things flashing by in the present; she's never thought about what might happen if her faith was rewarded and someone from the past actually did return to her. Where does she go from here? Back to the park, pretending as if she's never crossed paths with Rose, back to skulking in the shadows and staying out of sight? It's a painful option, made even more hurtful by the huge probability that it's her only one.

The teacup clinks quietly as she sets it down into its saucer and looks back up, mannerisms hesitant. It's a horrible risk, but she can't let this go. Not fully. "Are you coming back here tomorrow, do you think?"