And there she goes again. Maybe he should've lied to her, saying that the skeleton man had simply driven off by himself? ...No, that wouldn't have worked. It would only be a matter of tme before she found out by herself, after which she would likely never trusted him anymore. And even if she wouldn't, the girl still needed to realize that just how dangerous this place was if he wanted to protect her.
It was strange. As powerful as the creatures she was using could be, Whitney herself really was still a child, at least as far as mentality went. Just what kind of world could allow for someone like her to not be horribly killed on the streets? Of course, Felt's own homeworld was very peaceful too, but with how potentially dangerous alchemy could be, people did tend to grow up pretty fast.
Not that it mattered at this moment though... Gently, Felt took Whitney's hand, then spoke up. "Whitney, look at me. I won't die, okay? I promise you," he smiled, trying his best to comfort the girl. "Nor will anyone else. So there's no need to cry, okay? Okay...?," he continued softly, his thumb softly stroking the Gym Leader's hand in an attempt to soothe her.
As a result of focusing so much on Whitney, the young alchemist had heard very little of the cat's bout of exposition. Ah well, he could always ask someone else.