"I wonder if a toy- ah, ah, careful, Veena."

Her blouse isn't that thin - and a good thing, too, in Annie's opinion, given how much her bodice now needs it to keep her somewhat respectable - but Veena's claws are sharp, and her shoulder is narrow. Carefully, Annie twists around and picks the cat up off her shoulder and cradles her.

"A toy would distract her. Like a little mechanical one?"