Re: Mean-Eyed Cat: Cat & "Leena"
"A family name," Cat said, going for casual, and it was only her smile and years of undercover work that made it believable. Inside, she was nervous, and wasn't that silly? "Which side of your family, kitten?" she asked, honestly curious about the response, and starting to think that this was no deliberate subterfuge. "My father used to call me his little lion, and I think that's where Cat was born, though I'm not positive. We haven't talked in a while." But she wasn't going to start thinking about Rex now, here, when she was already having a hard time keeping up an act that she didn't believe she was actually needing to keep up.
She wondered if Bruce knew about this. If he did? If he knew, and he hadn't said anything? Cat was going to strangle him.
"Ah, a couple of months is long enough to experience some locked windows and doors, maybe some mist?" she asked, and she really just wanted to keep the girl talking. Open-ended questions, and an open expression that said she could be trusted. After all, everyone trusted their bartender. But Helena had never been a drinker, not to Cat's recollection, and she wondered why the girl was here now.
The following question, the one about the computers, made Cat cock her head and blink those mossy green eyes. She searched her memory, which was a hard thing, since her memory was a thing made of swiss cheese. But, ah, right. It was obvious when she remembered, the lightbulb moment bright. "That was me. I've gotten used to it now. Cover up all the cameras, and ignore that girl when she pops up. Funny, isn't it? How we learn to think of strange things as everyday?"