Re: quicklog: archie/cat break ins
[Cat wasn't expecting to hear a voice. Not that voice, and not any voice, and the fact that she did? It was a sign that she was rusty, out of practice. Oh, she'd survived in a mechanical-zombie filled Hell, but that wasn't the same as the stealth required to pull off a good heist. She'd gone soft, the lady bar owner, and here was the proof. She heard him before she heard him, and that? Shouldn't happen. Not with a civilian, anyway. And this mild-mannered scientist, he was definitely a civilian, at least in Cat's estimation.
Not that being a scientist was inherently a bad thing. After all, Cat had a certain fondness for nerds. But not right now. And she only wasted a few seconds blaming herself for becoming distracted. No, better to blame external factors, especially when on a job.] Seeing as I'm not selling anything? That's good. You're not selling anything either. You're willingly sharing, and it's very nice of you.
[Her voice was a purr. Her voice was confidence, and any haughtiness it held had nothing to do with being locked up anywhere her whole life.] What can I say? I like literal. [And she was still looking at the red current. She'd already determined she could get into the glass, if she wanted to, and he was saying she shouldn't.] Oh? And why is that? Does it bite? [She moved, looked at it from this angle, from that angle.] What are you? Archibald Black the third? The fourth?