Re: Mean-Eyed Cat: Isaiah / Cat
By the time he shoved the whip away, it was already singing its way loose from his throat. If she'd wanted it to remain there? It would've remained there. Cat had 20 years in the military under her belt, and all of those years had been at the hands of the Russians. The only thing she did better than killing? Was stealing.
But the whip snickt away, looped back at her waist, where it always slumbered. The gun stayed pointed, and the bar started clearing out as she waved her hand for the patrons to go. Her staff? She shooed them out as well, until it was just her and the man in the bar.
Her weapon was still raised, still pointed at him.