[ As the group of survivors entered Rembrandt's expression was neutral, aside from the small smile he wore. For anyone who's talked to him over the past several weeks (more so the past two weeks in particular), it's his usual state. But something gives him pause his eyes going wide, and it takes him a second to even hear what Lucrezia says to him despite their close proximity. ]

Ah, you brought them... [ The only thing he's staring at in this room is cats now. ] Did you bring toys for them too? Well, I imagine this won't take very long.

[ He shakes his head and seems to remember there is a time and a place to be made starry eyed by felines. ]

Is that an order?