[ He looks down, watching the kitten weave around his legs, and there's a slight smirk at the action before her goes to settle on the bed. He... might have to play with that kitten. Later. When no one is looking and can judge him for playing with a kitten.

In the mean time, he glances back over to Alex, a line forming on his brow as his eyebrows knit slightly. ]

Yeah, never did do compliance too well. Fuck... [ He can barely wrap his head around being in space, let alone a dream world where you're tortured for not being in proper party gear. ] Why? They just really hard on their dress code? Who really gives such a shit about masks?