[ Riley looks between Maple and the poor bat on her ceiling, and then she abruptly stands, lifting her cat to her shoulder. ]

No, there're probably owls and stuff out there and...you don't really seem to have a lot of the bat-like instincts to keep yourself safe from them?

[ Blunt...! But she carries on with a positive chatter, as she holds up one finger, wait, and goes digging through a closet by the front door with one hand. Maple's relaxed enough not to realize what she's digging for is a cloth kennel, until he's deposited in it and starts crying. ]

But first step is to keep this little guy from getting any ideas. Ohhh, stop that, it's just for a little while.