[eddie/steph/cat steal a heart]
Cat was thrilled about this little excursion. Older her might've found the entire concept of dreams or psyches too strange to get involved in, but this version the girl? Was glad of the distraction. She arrived at Loot all in black, because that seemed appropriate regardless of the heist in question. A snug black shirt, black jeans, and some very impressive designer boots. The belt slung low on her hips had all kinds of goodies tucked away inside it, and her hair was up in a ponytail and pulled back from her face.
She had her phone, with Eddie's app installed, in the pocket of her jeans, and she followed the sounds to where Eddie was distracting himself with the machine.
When she was close, Cat crouched to see what Eddie was doing. Oh, she didn't speak video games, but she understood a thing or a billion about distraction. "Good evening, Riddle. Preparing, are we?" Despite her physical youth, there was a world of comprehension in Cat's mossy eyes. And, however much Eddie was preparing, Cat was absolutely winging it. It wasn't even an overabundance of confidence on her part, though there was that. But, no, mostly it was just the adrenaline that came before the adrenaline. She wasn't sure how her older self lived in this tiny little town where nothing happened, and some days she thought she would go crazy without a fix. A chase, a heist, a theft, a villain that was bigger than life and twice as scary. Even charity here was dull. What was the point in helping when there was nothing completely awful to help with?
Oh, sometimes she liked it here just fine. Sometimes, like tonight, she was too young for the doldrums of this little town. Tonight, Eddie was bringing her what she craved, and the look on Cat's face was familiar, despite her youth. It was that old hungry madness, the need for thrill, and Eddie would recognize that look better than nearly anyone. So, crouching there, elbows on her knees and her lush smile promising little in the way of self-control on this little mission, Cat tried to get a look at the innards of his machine. But, well, she didn't speak video games, and she ended up glancing over her shoulder at the door. "I can't remember the last time we all did something together, can you? " Then, more genuinely, because youth meant she wasn't quite as concerned about keeping the walls up. "Thanks for the invite, Edison."