For a while, Michael had believed that he never really needed a group. He didn't see the point of them, when the only two things he had once needed in life were Trevor at his side and something to steal. However, all of that had changed when he had joined The Typhoon. He had found a new sense of purpose, and family, and he hated to think that he could've easily ended up missing out on all of that. He still liked the same things he had when he had first joined – he was pretty sure stealing would always be high on his list, and one could argue he liked Trevor even more than when he had first joined. Simply put, however, it was a fact that Michael had changed a great deal. For the better, he liked to believe.

It wasn't every day that the bobcat actively went out to glance over the border, but Pearlcatcher just happened to be lucky enough to catch him on one of those days. Michael paused once he grew close, surprise and slightly put off by the unfamiliar scent that reached his nose. It certainly put him on edge, given recent events. Despite this, the dealer pressed forward, short legs moving until he was a few paces in front of the domestic feline. Sitting down, the jewelry covered thief questioned, "Hey there, welcome to Typhoon territory. Could I get your name and why you're here? If not, I might just have to run you out." It was clear from the small smirk on his muzzle that he was just joking, especially given his combat skills. Those, combined with his small size, made it difficult for him to run anyone out, even a domestic.