[Poor Louie, staring down a cat with a thousand yard stare. Eclair doesn't seem outwardly aggressive or anything, but she is making soft kitten growls, her eyes looking him up ad down appraisingly as she slides off her little rock to approach and sniff at him.]

She's really harmless, I promise...and, um. N-Not usually this bad. Just being a bit naughty because she hasn't eaten. But, um...I don't know, hold on, let me check... I saw some weird looking fruit in my bag? I think? It was like a mikan, but blue... I thought it was rotten, o-or something, so I wrapped it up, eeeh... [She goes rummaging through her bag, zipping and unzipping the various compartments and--tada!! Ochako pulls out a little baggy of three Oran Berries, where they tied the top tight.] That woman must have packed them for me...

['That woman' being the lady that calls herself 'Mom'.]