Mable was so focused on the possibility of cats, and the noises they were making and where it was coming from, she hadn't noticed another girl approaching until she spoke.  She stopped where she was, looking between the rocks she was still hearing meows, and the girl.  She was smiling!  Mable smiled back.

"Those poor babies!" she said, a hand on her chest.  "I hope they're alright.  What are they even doing here?"

Rocks on a beach weren't the best place for baby kittens, Mable didn't think, but she was far from an expert.  Not moving any closer but kneeling down in the sand, Mable waved a hand to invite the other girl closer.

"Where did you see the cat, in the rocks?  Or on them, or behind them?  My name is Mable by the way!  You have very beautiful eyes, you know!"