[Once Jason leaves the room, Mayuko bounds back to the floor. She listens for his footsteps to fade before launching with a wriggle to a tabletop, then the conjoined backs of the booths' seats. She's not interested in the books right now. She wants to investigate the scents in the room.

There is a predominance of humans, of course. But it's the nonhuman scent-- the fading nonhuman scent scattered along the edges-- that caught her attention. While it's plausible that visits to the bar might have become rare, it's even lacking from Jason himself. He smells... different. Only human. A troubling thought.

By the time he returns, she is back on the floor, washing her face and head thoughtfully with the back of her paw. More to soothe than to clean up. She stops to rub against his hand when he sets the water down, an apology for shooing him off. Hoping he doesn't head back out.]