Beverly thinks of herself as the ultimate medical professional, but she catches herself staring at Pyrrha a little longer than she should.

"Oh, um," she says, touching her temple. "I'm sorry, he's just so unusual compared to what I'm used to seeing. There are pets aboard the Enterprise, so you can likely find any supplies you need in the ship's stores. I might be able to suggest some sanitary cloths, or training diapers that would accommodate his, um. His tail."

She'd much rather see him use that than a litterbox, but she understands his anatomy is much different than that of a human's. "Are you in contact with his biological parents?"