Re: Playing: Cat/Sharon
[Cat quirked a brow and looked down at her self. A second later, she smoothed her shirt over a very flat stomach.] Somehow? I just don't think panda works, Carver. [She, too, was teasing, and her lush smile indicated as much.]
I remember when Helena was small. She'd draw on the floor, and it didn't matter what I put down, because she could find that one sliver of floor, regardless. [Then, more seriously.] She went missing a few years ago, and I couldn't find a trace. Now, she's here, and she doesn't remember me, and I have no idea who took her. How can you keep someone safe when you don't know what you're keeping them safe from? [She squeezed Sharon's shoulder, and then she looked down at the file.] Syria, we think. But our group concerned with the nature of the explosive. Something magic, they say. Or, rather, created by a scientist with the ability to manipulate matter, which is nearly the same thing.
[She rounded the truck, and she pulled open the driver's side door.] So, we? Take it. Simple. [She grinned broadly.] Because we're badasses that way.