Stay close? Alex doesn't see why a bunch of... cat people... would be particularly dangerous. But he's the tourist here, so he does as he's told, watching the caravan warily. Assessing them too. Claws, fangs... both very small, compared to what he's used to dealing with.

And apparently known to Felix by name. Allies? Rivals? Business associates? It's hard to tell just yet.

His fingers twitch absently, readying to form his own claws if he needs to. It's more a habit than any real preparation for combat.