Fives glances aside to where Tits is perched in her preferred place on his shoulder, and wishes he had his pauldrons for her to ride on instead of digging her tiny little claws into his flesh through his sweater whenever she feels the need for a bit more stability. "She adopted me, in a flood we had with sentient talking cats a while back," he explains, and reaches up to skritch her ears, which elicits a purr. He still hasn't ruled out that she's a very young sentient who just hasn't mastered speech yet, or an older one that doesn't feel inclined to communicate more directly.

"Gotham?" It doesn't mean anything to him, but he shrugs. "Enclosure, please provide us with the city of Gotham, from Selina's time and world." Because Force knows how many versions of the place might be floating around the multi-verse. As he reaches to push the door open he feels Tits shift her weight and glances aside just in time to see her spring from his shoulder to Selina's.

"Huh. She's not usually that social." He's clearly not bothered, but he is a little bemused. He's fairly sure she only pays attention to Jedao because Jedao doesn't really want her to, and otherwise she ignores most people other than for brief finger sniffing or leg-rubbing investigations.