Sawyer outright ignored the little 'argument' that was going on, as he honestly didn't really care too much about whether he saw his family anymore. He was actually rather glad that he didn't need to see his mother anymore, but he was a little put-off about not seeing his little sister, Jessica, anymore. She was one of the few people that he didn't need to put up much of a front when talking to, and was even somewhat intrigued by the things he was interested by. But he didn't care a whole lot.
Apparently he wasn't the only one ignoring it all, as a girl he didn't know the name of asked if anyone else got a firecat. The girl looked to be Japanese, with straight long black hair, almost with a kind of look that almost seemed to say 'please talk to me', although he wasn't that brilliant at reading people. Personally, a cat was one the last things he'd choose to have, they always seemed to exude this strange aura saying 'I'm small and fluffy, strangle me'. He smiled at the girl, and retracted his gloved hand from the cage, having to wiggle his finger a bit so Myst would let go of his finger. "In terms of temperament, I probably got the complete opposite," he looked at how calm and supposedly 'adorable' her firecat was, compared to his Cerberus' angry indignation. "I don't believe we've met, the name's Sawyer, and this," his eyes went down to the cage, "is Myst, or Mystery. You can probably guess why she's still in the cage." He put reached his gloved hand back in the cage, letting two of the heads bite down on the very tough fabric, perhaps not being smart enough yet to know it wasn't doing any damage. "Nice to meet you."