Re: [En route: Janus, Steve, Atticus]
Janis didn't mind the preservation of Cat's secrets. She didn't care all that much, really, not knowing the woman, nor was she consumed by curiosity, only idly interested in the body she was wearing. The demon didn't acquire the abilities of the body, it was only a shell, a mirror image, worn over the rest of it. Now, possessing someone, that was different, and not something Janis ever needed to do before. It was probably something that would piss Steve off, but not the mimicry on display right now. Janis was a demon, and her entire existence was profitability off the foolishness of others. No one looked to her for abstract empathy.
Cat's clear eyes glistened and grew sharp as she stared at Steve as he said you, I would think. She blinked rapidly, stunned that he would bring that up to prove a point, any point. She didn't reply, mostly because she couldn't think of a reply to make, and it wasn't about the fucking assholes that kidnapped Matt, either. There were no questions about how Steve expected a demon and a werewolf to "subdue" people with superhuman abilities. Maybe he was the one who was going to do the subduing, and he was talking to himself. "We are protecting are people, too. That's the way war is." She looked away from him and the conversation.
Janis was silent for the trip, and sat in the back seat while the two of them were up front. She took her comm and looked it over, never having seen one before, and stuck it in her ear awkwardly. Inside the brownstone, Janis looked around for signs of Atticus. Loose books and paper, maybe. Abandoned coke cans? At Atticus' word, she looked reflexively at the stairs, but didn't move. "I don't have another suit," she said, smiling without humor.