Ana & James
Ana looked up as James approached her, her jaw set and her brows drawn. "No," she said, not caring that it was rhetorical. "He was nice. Called me Catwoman so I'd hiss at him. Made me laugh."
"Besides blood and flesh?" she asked dryly. "Sweat. Stinks of fear, but I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that. But it's all off. Like a minor chord when you wanted a major."