Moira is concentrating on a conversation talking about Corrine Flynn's best roles, hoping to possibly discern some hint or other to where she could have gone, or if someone could have taken her. She doesn't notice the hissing of another cat until she sees the black furred creature standing before her, ears pushed back and eyes narrowed.

"Mew?" Moira jumps down, cautiously, not daring to approach the other cat, who looks on the alert. Luckily, Riley comes up right behind said cat and calls out her name.

"Mew," Moira affirms, giving her a friend a very uncatlike nod.