Her posture fell slack as soon as the man latched the door shut, handling the situation far better than she would have left to her own devices. She wasn't too much of an animal person even when they weren't charging her, hissing and growling the whole way. Though in hindsight, once watching how he handled the not-cat (yes he had told her what it was but at this point, her brain was stuck on calling the creature a not-cat) it reminded her greatly of how she sometimes had to calm the children down at school.

"My knight in shining armor," Annabeth quipped with a breathy laugh. "Really though, thank you, sir. But I quite think I'd like to keep any future danger to my books," the muggle sighed, though she did offer him a smile in return.

Now that her so-called danger had passed, she leaned against a table - this one empty, its occupants either moved or sold already - and her face twisted into a thoughtful frown. "I can't offer much more about the owner, I'm afraid. Though I might be able to recognize him if I see him again. I assume if this," she gestured to the cages around them, "isn't permitted here - if that kneazle is magical - that he'll need to be identified?"