Re: [diner: eddie/cat]
It's something. [She couldn't figure out what she disliked about the coffee. The combination? The weakness? The strength? The sweetness? She had no clue, and that troubled her. So? In typical Cat fashion, she just ignored it.
She was still ignoring it when the hand closed over fidgeting fingers, stilling them and the touch so familiar, even on new skin.] I didn't die. It was a lab. I broke out. I can tell you where the lab is, I think, but everyone who was there is dead now. [She slouched when he asked how anyone got a hold of her, and she lifted her shoulders in a move that was almost too graceful for the boyish limbs beneath the hoodie.] I was on my way to the Rex, and a car pulled up. Next thing I know, there's a needle and nothing until I woke up on a gurney. [And, because it was a legitimate concern:] How am I going to tell Reece, Eddie? And Helena? [Oh, god, she hadn't even thought of that, and she headdesked against the diner table in a very un-Catlike way.]