Re: log: cat, matt, emily
[Cat rolled her eyes at the correction.] Medic. [Wry and comfortable, as if this man hadn't tried to possibly kill her weeks earlier. But, you know, if she was going to hate everyone who tried to kill her? She'd be virtually friendless. And Cat wasn't big on friends, because connections like that were always weaknesses, but she liked the illusion of friendship. These days? She was practically a social butterfly, and she blamed the bar for that. Listening to sob stories over frothy beer? Suited her, and who would've thought she could make the transition from full-time thief to full-time confidant?]
Don't you have fireplaces? [This looked like the kind of place for fireplaces. But Em motioned to the coffeemaker, and Cat left patient and medic to interact. She chuckled when Em mentioned the fact that Matt was a vet, and she poured water into the pot, having found the sink with little trouble.] I like cats better than people. Bringing a vet to see you? Is practically a compliment. Plus, Matt and I know each other from a long way back. [Casually, as if all the details were accounted for, as if everything was crystal clear.
Em made excuses for about her clothes, and Cat scoffed.] Em doesn't need me to bring her clothing, Matt. [Still a blanket wouldn't hurt. She finished putting the coffee on, and she turned for the kitchen door, toward the house's insides.] Where can I get you a throw or blanket? So the medic can stop frowning.