Kitt took the cap begrudgingly "Thanks Miss..." He stood up, grumbling at the dirt now splattered over his overalls. The annoyance was merely a cover, for his overalls where as dirty as they could ever be, he was hoping she hadn't noticed the brief pick-pocket attempt. He sighed, finally done with pretending to clean his clothes, and looked between the leopard and the newcomer.
With a grunt Kitt pulled himself up onto the bridge railing, balancing precariously but with the balance of someone who was used to working in high places. He settled down, tail swishing below him. The conversation was more interesting to snoop in on, and it wasn't as if he was really going anywhere anyhow... Kitt shivered slightly, rain slid down his back and dripped off the peak of his cap, as across the river the dark flames continued to roil and burn.
The rain wasn't extinguishing the fire, which ruled out accidental steam-rupture in the pipes, Kitt mused over the explosion, mentally wondering which part of the steam-pipe network would be underneath the building, one ear still cocked towards the Leopard's conversation...