Re: In-person - Cat/Dickie
Cat watched thoughts flicker in blue eyes that were moonlight-lit, and her face was all interest. After all? Cat? Had such a soft spot for hero types, and Dickie more than fit the bill. Oh, he was younger than her, sure, but he'd filled-in plenty of times back home, and she knew how he moved under a very different set of clothes. Acrobatics indeed, and this kind of thing made Cat's blood warm in a way that few things did. Alright, so he wasn't The Shadow. But when it came to this? He was the next best thing.
And Cat, she wasn't made for teams - or so she told herself. But when she needed to work with someone? When it was her choice? She did just fine. She made this choice, brought him here, and she smiled a lush smile when he said that thing about being a good samaritan. Fingers clutching electric fence, she leaned dangerously close, because nearly getting singed? Was half the fun. "My hero," and there was a distinctive purr to that appreciation.
In? Out? And she thought for just a few seconds. "Out. Not scared of some pursuit, are you?" She held up the IDs. "I'll slip these through, and you make yourself very obvious. I hope you brought wheels. Let them give chase, drop these," and here she held up two fake IDs, perfect copies made from her own, and deliberately damaged, in order to hide the fact that they were reproductions, "and then lose them." As if that was a piece of cake. And, to be honest, for him? It would be. "There's only a skeleton staff. One or two people will follow at most. And even if they kill the cards? I can use the existing programming to give me a headstart."
She smiled at him, her grin an instinctive thing that was all trouble. "Assuming you're not scared, Dickie."