Re: log: cat, matt, emily
[Cat returned with mugs of coffee, which she set down on the table, sugar alongside, and she hadn't found the creamer. When Matt's gaze flicked upward? She shrugged. She had no idea how Em's humanity worked. Well, to be fair, she wasn't sure how Em worked before the humanity either, not on any deep level. Cat wasn't a creature of faith, and poking her nose too much in Em's life? Seemed like a sure-fire way to develop a spiritual crisis. Cat? Didn't need one of those. She knew too many people who'd died and returned, and she couldn't boil life down to reapers and Heaven and Hell.
Anyway, she? Wasn't the medic present. So, she sat at the table, and she watched the burn come into view. It didn't look so bad, But Cat was the first person who would acknowledge her own tendency to minimize injuries. It was a coping mechanism, one born in a orphanage decades earlier, one perfected on rooftops in New Jersey. Her own body was a litany of scars, and it took a lot to faze her.]
On the train. [She offered helpfully, before taking a sip of her coffee.]