[diner: eddie/cat]
[She, because she was still she, and, god, she couldn't think of herself any other way. She took much longer than she should've to find the diner. Her head was a mess, a jumble, it was a tangle of things that she didn't want to untangle. Cat never wanted to untangle anything. Instead, she'd concentrated on finding clothing that wasn't covered in blood, and she arrived at the diner in stolen jeans and a sweatshirt - gray and brandishing the name of the local high school. None it was designer, and she had sunglasses on and the hoodie up when she stumbled in on unfamiliar legs. Oh, she wasn't coltish, because that sounded somewhat appealing. No, she was a gait that didn't know whether to be long or short, and she almost cursed when the diner door closed loudly behind her. Not that anyone so much as looked up, not in this part of town.
So, nonchalant as she could be with a few extra inches to her height and a body that was entirely unfamiliar, she tugged the sunglasses down the tiniest bit and looked for Eddie.]