Ossie looks up from where he's sitting, a small flickering smile across his face. Careful now- can't show his nerves, screw his courage to the sticking page and all that rot. So he scoots calmly to the bars, pressing his fingertips between them.

"Hullo poppet. Have you seen what she's put me in? Someone ought to tell her I don't look good in high contrasts."