[The Cat: Nishka & Cat & Jack]
Oh, Cat could absolutely be a jerk. And that thing on the forums? That was just teasing. That wasn't being a jerk. If Nishka played her cards wrong, she might get to see what Cat was really like beneath the teasing and taunting. "Oh, no, darling, guilt is often just guilt," she said, unashamed and unabashed, and the cat burglar wasn't carrying any burden of conscious about being precisely what she was.
"You sound like my friend Eddie," Cat said, and that was her response to karma and fate. Oh, Cat believed in luck and fate to a certain degree, but mostly she trusted her own gut and her own ability to make things happen. "I don't see much point in waiting around for the universe to do things for me. I'd much rather make things happen for myself." Outwardly, she looked like a girl of 21 and much too young for the kind of confidence that she wore draped on her shoulders like the most expensive of furs. But, well, that diamond bracelet that glinted on the kitty cat's wrist as she refilled those drinks was worth a cool million easy, and looks could often be deceiving.
She rolled her eyes at Jack, good-naturedly and like they weren't current engaged in a war. "You need to meet some more interesting nuns," she suggested. "And I believe you began the fray, Jack, so you can hardly abstain from participating. Tsk. After all, I think Nishka here would appreciate your input. I think she likes you more than she likes me." Cat grinned.