At that point, Ozzy sneezed--almost defiantly--in her direction, and sauntered off into one of his hiding places to clean himself. Colleen took the alcohol and frowned, looking down at the nasty mar on her arm. "Cats are jerks," she concurred, tossing the pan of glass into the trash. She ran the wound under cold water first, and then grabbed a clean washcloth. "I am sure we will spark a lot of interest." Continuing their earlier conversation, Colleen glanced over and smiled. "If we, and every other vigilante are going to be criminals, might as work together and be smart about it. I should see if Jasper wants to join the dark side. Did I tell you he's not a fan of the new boss?" Her tone lightened up considerably to go with her softer smile. Colleen hadn't put the alcohol to her arm just yet.