"I'll get him a cage, once I got a place to put one," Reno replied, shrugging, "and if I let him out, it'll be in my room, otherwise he'll be with me, yo."

Reno was actually a pretty responsible pet owner. Who knew? He shuffled the bag around again and opened it so that Miguel could have a look. There Mako was, curled up and snoozing next to a handful of cold cuts that Reno had snagged from the picnic.

He traveled light, apparently.