Re: Loitering: Cat C & Reece E
"Do I?" she asked, the tease and tip of her lips making it clear that, well, yes, she did want to see him. Cat was predictable in her obsessions. She didn't fall casually. No, Cat fell like a ten-ton brick, and she was unapologetic about it. Oh, sure, some people might say being obsessive was fucked up, and they'd be right. But it was her, and take it or leave it. Cat was done trying to rebuild herself into something other people approved of, and you could never please everyone all the time, anyway. Better to put yourself out there, and eventually who you wanted would want you in return, right? "Good beard. Good hair. You're definitely in the lead," she said, complimenting with a bit of purr to her new, older voice, but with the same inflection as when she'd been a different woman entirely.
Don't worry, champ. Next door was fine. She wasn't going to harm even one perfect hair on his head. "I found their main warehouse, the one where they were prepping bodies for download," she told him. Why not? She wasn't going to lie to people this time around, and she certainly wasn't going to lie to him. "Lev Dubrova. A pleasure," she added, holding a hand out in a belatedly offering for a shake. And, well, alright, it would bother her if he said looking at her made him want to vomit, but she expected he wouldn't say that. "Is that a question? I can give you time to think it over. Let me announce the next performer." She figured a moment alone with his thoughts wouldn't hurt, and so she stood and strode confidently through the room, a hint of the old and familiar sway at narrow hips, and up to the microphone.