[ A shade of something sharp and uncertain crosses her face, but she glances away and it's done back up, with a little dismissive smile. ]

It's...okay, I know some people here are different about it. [ ...But, still, she can't help but— ] Just...don't say something like that again, alright?

[ Her grip on Maple the cat loosens a bit, and the little guy, instead of jumping for the little bat, curls in a circle and starts kneading at Riley's lap. ]

It, um, I think wears off eventually, but...I'm not really sure. Steve could just...pop back to normal.