[Taxi: Cat & Jack]
[Cat was outside the bar, waiting. She was dressed like she could not possibly care less what her sister thought of her newfound youth, though, of course, that was not the case. But, at least, she knew Sasha knew. Stephanie had told her, if not Bruce, when she'd told Eddie, and Cat climbed into the very unimpressive car with that particular concern not weighing her down. Not that she was admitting to being weighed down by anything, because she wasn't.
She closed the door behind herself, crossed her legs at the knee, and she looked over at her chauffeur.] This is honestly the most soccer mom car that has ever been owned by a person in the entire history of modern civilization. [She tapped one heel on newsprint and books, and she didn't thank him for coming. But, notably, her smile was lush and grateful, without any of its usual tip of smug or smirk.]