Ugh, of all people, it's him. Maomao curses her luck. Maybe it'd be better to be stuck as a cat than get help from Jamil. Then again, she can't work the keypad of her flip phone with her paws, so she can't text Nautis for advice. Not that she really trusts Nautis in the first place.

Maomao hisses at him in response. She can still talk in cat form, but somehow it's way more embarrassing than if she couldn't. Maybe if she follows Jamil, he'll lead her to someone else who can help. Literally anyone else. So while she's exceedingly unpleasant, she doesn't actually make any move to get away, except to avoid his shoe touching her fur. No touch!!