"Sounds right up our alley." Colleen met Misty with a confident smile. They could call the giant cats a warm-up. She murmured something to their office manager, at first to politely decline his help, she could handle a few scratches, but then, as she rolled her shoulders back, tensed slightly and remembered her marred shoulder blade that could probably benefit from a band-aid or two. Pushing her hair onto her other shoulder, Colleen turned her wounded one enough to show him, pursing her lips and wondering if her spare katana was still taped underneath the desk.