He's not really trying to hide his screen, so she won't have too much trouble catching a peek at it. Of course, the Twilight Network is all about hiding out in the open, so it just looks like he's browsing a list of obituaries—a bizarre thing for a teenager to be doing on his lunch so casually, but it's not obvious enough to out him for what he really is, at least.

Eventually, he hears the cat meowing behind him. Ryou cranes his head a little, meeting her stare with idle curiosity.

... The cat seems a little strange for some reason, but he can't place the feeling. Skeith doesn't say anything, so it must not be anything important, or at least not anything dangerous. He sits like that for a moment longer before turning around a little, hanging an arm over the back of the bench as he continues to watch her.

"What's a kitten doing wandering around, anyway?" he asks, not really expecting an answer. It's a cat, cats don't talk. "Do you have an owner something? You don't really look like a stray..."

Maybe someone lost their cat?