As soon as the man starts walking away Detlef turns his attention to the cat. They're in such bulky outfits that there's not going to be peripheral vision to worry about and he feels safe enough to start to work.

"You know me," Detlef says quietly. He doesn't technically have to talk for this to work, but it feels easier when he does. He reaches in, focusing on the cat and making him calm enough to start untangling the netting. "We'll get you out of this, and then we'll get you back to where it's warm. And then maybe you won't be so focused on getting underfoot, hm?"

He's about halfway through unraveling the netting from a very compliant Lord Frigatebottom when it occurs to him that he'd heard a voice. Detlef keeps working with his hands, easing up on the Vice a little as he tries to find a way to play it off depending on who is here.