"Exploding eggs, now wouldn't that be something?" Lea posited, shaking his head. He wasn't inclined to put his back, honestly--he was curious. "That's the thing about cats, though," he said, grinning a little: "they've got those nine lives. Maybe it's worth it to risk one or two on a little curiosity."

Lea had already used at least three of his lives, feline or not, but at this point he figured it was better to do what the ominous note in the trunk instructed rather than ignore plain instruction. Especially in the wake of the whole... city square full of murder.

He shook his head then, giving a bit of a sigh.

"I pride myself on my memory," he said, frowning, "but it's odd--I can't seem to figure out if I actually remember them... or if I only think I do because apparently I should." He gave a shrug. "Memory is an odd thing that way--fleeting and fickle, but..." He gave a nod. "The whole thing is definitely very strange, that's for sure."

The little red egg in one hand, he offered the other to the stranger.

"I'm Lea, by the way," he said. "Might as well get acquainted, since we're probably gonna be here a while, right? Er... reacquainted, maybe?" If they had all lived here before, maybe they had all known each other once.