"Let's see, let's see..." Nepeta's prey remains entirely unawares of the presence of a powerful predator prowling the perimeter, "no, I don't think so," he tosses a shirt backwards directly onto her head, "hrm, maybe, if it were still 1993," he muses, looking over one of the patterns.

Phantasmally, a number of neon arrows appear around him advertising 'easy prey' and 'pounce on him'.