( She really can't say she understands the feeling of knowing something encountered is "her," but given the context of needing a form to possess to be physically present... it doesn't not make sense either. Training dummy, though... those are so stuck in place in her experience. Sounded pretty boring. )

Are we supposed to? People keep saying art is art, like that's supposed to mean anything. If we think it's a cat, it's a cat. If it's not, it's still a cat.

( She breathes out in a sort of amused way. )

Do we have to 'get' it to like it?

( That said, Annie pulls out one of the shirts from the next rack, which are way too large for her. It was random choice, but three howling wolf heads and a giant moon are present on the shirt she displays to Mew Mew, before she also glances at it and says: )

Or to not know what the hell the artist was even going for?