Alright, calm down, I'm not going to hurt you. You're lucky the cat hasn't seen fit to have a go at you. [ Cid has trapped the little bat under a paper popcorn bucket of questionable origin, holding it down with one hand. He's hoping the darkness will help, or at least that it won't be able to do much more damage to itself now that it's contained.

He doesn't actually expect it to understand him, but that doesn't stop him from talking to himself while he looks around for a better method of containment. ] Bloody Astarion leaving his dinner all over the workshop...