[He follows along quite curiously, so far as cats are. He pauses here and there to sniff things during his walk: a wall, a few other passengers, but ends up tailing right behind Meth again before she gets too far.

The smells of the buffet catch his attention and he 'mrows' around a mouthful of lincoln log. He watches her quite intently as she begins to load up a plate and finally drops the lincoln log as she takes a seat at a nearby table. He begins weaving around her legs, mrowling.]

Mrow .. mrrr mrew meow rowwwow!