[ Inhuman. Has to be. Shijima's too fast to be surprised by anyone human, so far as she knows, and her nose gives her a warning if not. Now she eyes the boy - whatever he is, and she sniffs the air to try to decide what that might be - with lazy suspicion, but no aggression. Yet.

Shrugs, as she looks up at him. She's small and her habitual slouch does nothing but make that worse, but Shijima's posture is something she'll likely never fix. ]

You can't. Outside of here. Technology things don't work outside the Station. I don't know why, so don't bother asking.

[ The explanation is, she gathers, something magical. Like so many things in Drabwurld. Cole's odd manner doesn't bother her - only the way he appeared. As an immortal cat who wears human shape only to speak and act as she cannot as a cat, her interest in adherence to human manners or bearing is minimal at best. ]