[ He's lived most of his life being out of place, so really, even if Amos was sober enough to notice, he wouldn't have cared. As it stands, though, any eyes drawn to him — and there should be enough, the way he's basically twice Gray's size and can't walk properly in a straight line — are ignored. First, because he's talking to her; second, because they still need to find a pet store.

He looks back down at her at the mention of chickens and sheep. Even manages to not stumble this time as his line of sight changes. ]

You grow up on a farm or something?

[ ... That should probably be a clue that she's not actually from Achamoth, and he isn't all that familiar with farmland in Horos, just that Venera was the kind of place near it. He'll piece together those clues later, though; for now, he idly runs a hand through his beard. ]

D'you have some...? [ Does she already have cats of her own... Either way, it's not a no. Thinking about it further, though, as he walks alongside Gray, all the more conscious of their size and age difference... ] Yeah, sure. I could do that. Guess we gotta get some catnip for that first.

[ Not that he can recognize it in the moment, but this is a significantly healthier distraction from his troubles than his previously chosen activities. For now, though, he's just kinda vaguely having a good time. ]