[There's an extra figure in Len's warehouse today. He's huddled up in a blanket as he waits, though his body has long given up on the instinct to shiver in an attempt to keep warm. "Warm" is something he'll probably never feel again, since his temperature range usually falls from "numb fingertips" to "a little bit hypothermic".

His head tilts up when Len enters, rushing through a tumble of explanation before there's even a chance for greetings.]

I was supposed to go here while she's running errands. I've been spending too much time around humans and it's making me think badly.

[Or in other words: Len's on petsitting duty today.]