She took a few more steps forward, nose working furiously, then decided that maybe this person could be permitted to pet her. She nudged her nose under his fingertips and made a tiny squeak.Boris went limp as he realized he wasn’t going anywhere, his whiskers hanging to the floor in his (most likely short lived) misery. Jarvis ignored him, because that was something he had gotten rather good at recently, and instead scratched the top of Doc’s head with two fingers. She was a strange little creature, but that seemed to apply to everyone that called the tower home (himself included).
After a moment of scratching, Doc slitted her eyes closed and began to purr, loudly. She tipped her head forward, urging his fingers toward the back of her skull, and flicked an ear.