For a moment, Cait just stared. Dominic was doing who the fuck knew what -- okay, probably more likely that Carmilla was doing who the fuck knew what and Dominic was along for the ride, but still -- and somehow Cait was the one at fault? Something was seriously wrong in this corner of the world.
"So I took it upon myself to do what I'd come here to do!" Fuck this. Shaking her head in irritation, Cait walked back across the tv and around the couch, making her way to the door. "I just figured you might want a reminder that you're in the fuckin' rec room, Rocky! If you're this bad and it's just me, can't imgine you'd want McKenzie or that fuckin' British lock guy seein' wherever it was goin'. But hey." She frowned, hard pressed suddenly to keep anger from springing up out of nowhere. "Have fun in your public places. Like we're agreein', none of my business."