[ If he was capable of actually analyzing another person's motives or body language — or anything about them, really — at the moment, then Amos might've called into question the way she ducks away. As it stands, though, he just sees a shy girl who needs help — but isn't shying away from him — and it makes sense. It's not something he has to think about too hard, or at all, everything coming together easily at face value.

So a young girl wanting cat treats on her so she can feed cats... yeah, sure. That makes sense to him, and he nods absently, trying to keep his eyes out for anywhere that'd sell something like that. While he's hardly what one could call coordinated, he's doing a decent enough job walking up the street; even has the direction right to a part of the city that looks a little less seedy.

Her question actually throws him, though. Amos turns to look back at her at it, brows furrowing; the motion throws him off and he nearly stumbles before catching himself, falling a step or two behind her in the process. It's easy enough to catch back up — longer legs, longer strides, and all that — before he can think of how to answer her. ]

Dunno. Never really thought about it before.

[ Never... thought about... if he likes cats... Which is not too far off from the answer he'd give if he was sober, actually. Just one of those things that's never come up. He reaches up to absently scratch at the back of his neck, keeping his gaze forward this time. They're not gonna find a pet store here; he doesn't need to be looking around right now. ]

They eat meat, right, but that'd go bad, wouldn't it... You're looking for some kind of kibble?

[ Yeah he knows fuck all about cats, but this has left him plenty distracted now from how much of a mess he is, so it's not like it's a bad thing. ]