Hurrying down the path, Clock stops when a familiar pattern of pink a black flit across the corner of her vision. It's her first reaction to be relieved, ready to greet the cat gladly- however mischievous he is. But "Bo--" is barely out of her mouth before she realizes that that's not the cat who's here now, although she wasn't wrong about the clothes.

She considers walking right past... even takes a few more steps before she stops, talking with her back to him. "...no one likes a stalker." Insults aside... "Have you come to watch us?"