Seto freezes for a few seconds and stares. Oh...hello, Wash. Sir. Fellow passenger he's been trying to make a better impression on after that first mess. Seto's expression is very 'kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar' right now, but Athena didn't tell him he could stop. So he resigns himself to petting her until she's ready to leave.

"She hounded me until I joined the group and ate," he admits, gently rubbing her head between the ears. "I fed her some of my meal. It was only meat and rice."

Any feelings of unease don't last long. Athena's presence is soothing. "Did you just adopt her, or reunite here? I don't remember seeing her before."