Sammy could see the jump, the absurd airtime. Probably...probably best that nobody did it. Human enhancement didn't mean human flight, and there was nothing about catgirls that did that...wait hold on, hold on, her hero and mentor was taking the service elevator and leaving and she was still busy overthinking!

"G-good advice, thanks! And uh...l-later or, no, wait, can we do this again? I mean, not like THIS this, but like, not just later but like another session? In a few days? Whenever you're free? This was good. This is...what I want to be. What I want to be doing." 

That wasn't just the shared catgirl talking either. Or maybe it was? Chicken and egg question. Did becoming a catgirl make you love the things cats loved, or did you become a catgirl because you loved those things? But it was Sammy talking, the Sammy who had sparkles in her eyes the first time she ever saw Gata move, when cube modding was a flight of fancy, and whose eyes still sparkled now at the top of the world.