Roxy tailed after him as he slipped on by; with the bathrobe snagged in hand, she was quick to slide the garment around the strap of his bag, leaving it to secretly dangle in all its pink, fluffy glory. Whether or not he returned it, at least she wouldn't have to deal with her cats trying to attack the hem.

"And if I ain't mistaken, you're also totin' the possession of mine around on whatever device you got that connects with messagin'." Roxy kept a close eye to make sure no cats ran outside, and ended up crowding the crack of the front door with her leg to make sure no curious heads popped out while she saw Dirk off.

"If you wanna come back and test your immunity against the cats any time, you're welcome to." Roxy leaned against the door frame, giving him a grin as she raised a hand. "Seriously, don't be a stranger! I'm sure we've got more mysterious things in common than a disdain for broken coffee makers." With another wave, Roxy ducked back into her house, carefully battling friendly cats all the way.