Re: Grant & Cat: General Store
[Cat knew all about appearances, show and tell, and she'd constructed herself out of nothing. She was more smoke than mirrors, but she definitely wasn't the same as looking at someone directly, and that was very deliberate. The difference between them? Was that he had that All-American smile going for him, and he worked those dimples as well as she worked a safe's tumblers. Cat? She hid herself out in the open.] You know, you could invest in a truck with power windows. [Her smirk was warm as steam curled around her, coffee and idling truck, and she nearly chuckled.] Too daring?
[And all that teasing, it was just teasing. Because Cat was glad to see him too. For all that her relationship with Uncle Sam had ended in a terrible blaze of nanobomb glory? She still remembered her time there as something worth purring over. Being part of a team, it had suited Cat in ways she hadn't expected, and it was nice to see a friendly face in this place, especially with her past knocking insistently at her door.
She took the thermos lid, and she only gave a second of consideration to the fact that he might be trying to poison her, and then she sipped. Not that she didn't think the government would try to haul her back in. But he? Wouldn't poison someone. He'd punch them in the throat, and that made her chuckle to herself in the cold. It also made her respect him.] Isn't it a little soon to try to win everyone over with those dimples? Or have you been here a while? I just bought the bar out by the jail a month ago, so I'm still an unknown. [She sipped.]