That question puzzled her. She hadn't thought of it, mostly because she'd never had anywhere she considered herself to live. Everything had been temporary. "I don't have a home," she replied, not minding. She couldn't miss what she'd never had, though she did think about her friends frequently. "I think about Quicksilver," she admitted, thinking about Tag with his big paws and surly nature. "And Marsebref," she added, imitating Mousebreath's indecipherable accent. "And Sealink," she finished, puffing herself up big and proud. She seemed to take on a new air of majesty as she copied the large Maine Coon's New Orleans drawl. "Do you think about home?"

She wasn't actually sure. She'd never done it in front of them, learning from cats before she'd met Tag that not every cat appreciated her lights like Minato did. "I don't think so," she replied eventually, though there was uncertainty in her tone. "They don't understand like I do."