Cat didn't mind. It wasn't that she minded. She understood why Stephanie had gone to the manor, and she knew it was time to move forward and stop hiding. Oh, Cat knew she'd been hiding. She wasn't blind to her own coping mechanisms, even if other people seemed to be. She'd been running from her recurring nightmares and fears by staying with people - Reece and Stephanie - and she couldn't do that forever. She had new ID, government issued since they had no idea what to do with her now, and it was time to take her bar back. It was time for a lot of things, and Cat wasn't particularly thrilled about any of them.
Tonight, she was sitting outside the ice cream shop beneath Stephanie's apartment. She wore a plaid shirt along with underwear and slouchy socks in white. She was smoking an actual joint, not her modbox, as she waited. Oh? And the lock? She'd already picked it.