Re: quicklog: archie/cat break ins
Oh, I always find the right hands. [When it came to fencing stolen goods? Cat preferred to utilize a broker. She missed her brokers back home- No, she missed one broker, but that girl was long dead, and the one she'd used after? Had betrayed her. So, these days she did her own fencing, and she could always find a buyer. And if she couldn't? If that unlikely eventuality came to pass? Then Sasha or Eddie would come through.] I don't think anyone accepts brain damage. I think the usual adage is it won't happen to me. [That was how the world worked, and survival? Survival was key.] How about telling me what it really does? Or are we waiting for a big reveal?
[She chuckled when he continued his search, after that clasp of hands, and he reminded her of an old Jersey villain. Or, perhaps, he reminded her of the birth of a villain. Either way? She knew she wasn't looking at a scientist working toward the greater good here. No, she knew obsession when she saw it, even if it wore a labcoat. And Cat was so much a rogue beneath her Repose-worn demeanor, and she couldn't even hate him. She thought he was dangerous, but she couldn't hate him.
She dropped from her crouch, and she sat on his desk, legs crossed at the knee and hands braced behind her. She was all over his papers, and she didn't care.] I didn't come here to steal anything, but I could be convinced. [She grinned lush and amiable. See? She was good kitty cat.
Cat eyed that box he held, and she thought it might be worth something. Hmmmm, and he pulled it close and talked about shame. She chuckled.] Oh, I'm not about repentance. Shame is so dull, don't you think? I'm about information. It's as valuable as whatever's in your box. So, tell me, do you have any? Information? [She reached for that box, and maybe he would hand it over. Sometimes scientists? Weren't all that smart.]