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He was going home. Today had been far too weird to consider trying to salvage it and he was fairly sure a drink would only do more harm than good. Nodding to the officer and leaving with a simple "Cheers," he start off, Gaelic insults and weird crooning following him from the weird little man. He was not in the mood to deal with any more myths right now. Scattering the shield as he walked, he was glad nothing else could surprise him.

His luck, being what it was, meant of course he was going to get messed with by something else. Between one step and the next he started to feel like something was weird. Why did the ground not feel, groundy? Looking down and seeing the ground recede away from him, his anger finally burst.

"Officer! We've got a wee bit of a f------ problem over here!" Try as he might, he could hold back the red tide any more. Whoever these things were, whatever they could do, it was time to fight back.

Glancing around, he finally clocked the figure he was rising up towards. Well, if she was Jenny she fit the part, dark blue hair and a nasty off green grin. Before he could stop himself, he was swearing at her in Gaelic, using every single insult he had ever heard. There was no stopping the torrent of abuse he directed at the person in front of him.

He could feel his mind trying to pull out a weapon, as if it knew he wanted to hurt this person. Light started to shimmer near his hand, trying to form into, something.

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God even making the man fly was boring, he didn't scream or wet himself. Barely reacted in an interesting way at all. He even called for help, couldn't he do something funny? Maybe he would freak out if he saw her, start cowering like others did. That might be fun. Probably not, she thought sighing.

Urgh, he even spoke like her toy, screaming at her in a language she  didn't care enough to learn, even if her 'boyfriend' insisted on trying to teacher her. Why should she care about some dying tongue over say, anything useful ever. Picking at her teeth and idly wondering when she'd need to re-dye them, she was getting mildly impressed by the sheer length of time the red head was able to keep shouting. It was mildly endearing in a pathetic way.

Wait, what was that in his hand? Was he a mutant. Well, this might be interesting, a little. "You done shouting like the madman you appear to be?" That cut him short. Oh she liked the look of hatred he had, there was more beneath the surface. This Scotsman might be fun to play with. "I'd love to see what present you've got there," she said motioning towards his hand, "Just remember how high up you are right now. I wouldn't want to lose concentration and let you slip."

Letting her friend hug out some of her worries, she realised she sometimes forgot how long she'd been with them. Even with 4 years under her belt, Cait still got terrified at times like this, she could only imagine Raine's thoughts right now.

Raine could justify it any way she wanted, soar through the air was flying. "Call it what you want Raine, it still freaks me out." She was right though, they had to leave now, somehow. Rooftops weren't exactly amazing for hasty getaways and she did not want to walk down the side of it like some weird, red spider.

Grinning and pulling out her phone, glad that Becca had insisted on her having a shock resistant case, she flicked through her photo album. "All here, plenty of different angles and lighting. And check it out, our creeper has good taste." Slowly going through the photos she had managed to get, she started to commit the womans' face to memory. She might be a sucker for a pretty face, but this was one that clearly had some secrets.

"Imagine the look on the bosses face when we come back with not one but two suspects, picture evidence and testimony from the both of us." Impact might not have been expecting much out of them, this would blow her socks off. "We will be so in for more missions in the future."

"The only thing is now, how do we get down?"

Fantastic, she was hoping to get some more books and hearing that they were popular was great news. She loved people taking an interest in different cultures. It being her own just made it more exciting to share it. She'd have to make a note to go through them before she left and maybe check out the herbal tea collection while she was at it. Theirs was running low and any creature comforts at the base were well appreciated. 

Taking the offered hand and replying "Nice to meet you, Ambrosia." Now that the woman was closer she could see the cat like eyes the woman sported. She was clearly a mutant then but that hadn't really been in doubt, if she was remembering right. "I might have a question actually, I've been looking for a decent herbal tea for just before bed. I tend to work weird hours and getting to sleep as the suns rising is a wee bit difficult." Starting somewhere less, political, she wanted to at least build a rapport before asking the difficult questions.

"I just don't want to have to rely on medicine to do it, makes me all groggy the next day." And sick, she thought, remembering her last attempt with the stuff. Thank god they didn't have a gig that evening, she hadn't even been able to practice for more than ten minutes without feeling ill. Anything that put her music in jeopardy had to go.

"Is there anything you could suggest?" Couldn't hurt to try. Much.

Nudging the cat back towards the doctor, she had to consider her answer to Mals' question. Certainly part of the reason she wanted him to get to know her, and by extension her getting to know him was she liked making friends. It might seem childish but wasn't the world just, nicer, when you got along with others.

The other part of it was that, by being in on their secret and by helping patch them up after injuries, he was kind of a part of the very strange family they had going here. It just felt weird that she had never actually bothered to get to know the man risking a lot by not telling the police about them. She hadn't failed to pick up on the innuendo though. She wasn't as innocent as some people believed.

Giving him a cheeky grin she started speaking, "Oh my doctor, so forward. Did you expect something else when the text said floof?" Her voice carried a joking tone as she continued, "I must say Becca is very protective of her strays."

"But seriously? You've helped us, stuck your neck out for all of us. We all appreciate it and I thought maybe you like to know more about us as people, rather than just what we do." She could understand if he didn't, or just wanted to relax after a long shift with some small talk and fluffiness. "That, and every time you've been up here you seemed like a nice guy."

"I figured maybe you'd be a laugh to just hang out with."

Mal was the best person ever, if he willing gave up kitty snuggles for someone else. She didn't know if she was that strong herself she thought, while idly scratching Bijou's ears. She was just so cute! It was hard not to be in such a good mood when you had a kitty in your lap nibbling playfully at your fingers. Well, maybe Agnes could. She was grump incarnate after all.

Blushing at his teasing, she had to wonder if she was that transparent that he'd clocked it so quickly. "I'm sorry if it bothered you, I had about two hours to kill before I need to head off to work and....." trailing of awkwardly, she just hoped he wasn't upset about that. Some people had gotten mad at her in the past for this kind of thing. "With the only other person here being on scanner duty, it's just soooo boring. It was either spend time here or sit on uncomfortable bar stools and get hit on before we were up."

It was the one thing she disliked about what she did for a living. Playing live music was an awesome career, but sometimes members of the crowd got it into their head you were directing everything at them, that you had some sort of connection forged with cheap beer and pop music.

"Oh, yes, of course. We had the lecture from Juliette and we are super careful about her. Rooms are disinfected regularly, she has her fur brushed to keep any loose hairs getting out of hand and we've increased how often we switch out the vent filters." They were not about to but peoples health in danger for a pet they, in fairness, shouldn't be keeping here anyways.

"She's also received all her vaccinations and been given a clean bill of health." Best to just head of any follow up questions while she was at it. Mewling coming from her lap distracted her, looking down into the largest, greenest set of eyes in the world. No, she was here to stay, nothing could shift her now.

It was always a good feeling when she started exercising, loosening up her muscles and really feeling alive. The feeling was nearly as good as losing herself whenever she got to play the violin, letting the music control her movement while she just, played. That was why she'd taken to the knife, it just felt right in her hand. Like it was just an extension of her body. Certainly made it awkward that she tended to prefer not hurt people if she could help it and knives weren't exactly a non lethal option.

Poor David always seemed to get it whenever she practiced, he was already on his last legs and a couple of really viscous strikes sent it teetering a little longer than it really should have. Just about ready to strike again, she stepped just a touch too far forward and was rewarded with a grumpy ninja correcting her form. Could someone attach a bell to the women or something? She needed it more than Bijou. She was right though, she'd gotten sloppy with the strikes. Nodding, while keeping her focus on the dummy she shifted to follow Combatant's instructions.

"Just tell me where I'm going wrong, I'll try to correct it." The shift from casual conversation to teacher and student was a pretty easy shift for her. She was used to deferring to someone more knowledgeable and trusting their training. There was no way she'd be where she was if she stubbornly refused help.

Continuing through the forms, correcting every time her trainer made a comment or tapped the offending body part, she lost herself in the patterns. It was easy to lose track of time like that and she only registered it when her body was started to protest any more movements. Much more and she would be useless for the rest of the night, and tomorrow for that matter.

Waving off her companion and stepping away from David she lowered her practice weapons and take some deep, glorious breaths. "I think that's me for the day. Anymore and I'll fall asleep mid session at work." As hilarious as that might be, it might not come across well for the band. They'd worked hard to a reputation for reliability and professionalism, she was not going to jeopardise that just to impress someone. It had taken them a long time to get the point that they were making an actual living.

Replacing the equipment she had gotten out, and putting David back to sleep in the corner, she started to towel herself off after that work out. Damn, she'd either have to swing back to her flat for a shower or brave the ones they had here. Urgh, half the time they didn't have hot water left and with the lock broken it never felt entirely private. "Do you know if Geo's in right now? Considering taking a shower and I'd rather not have him walk in on me." The others she didn't mind so much. Doc was a sweet heart and was very careful when entering a room and the only other permanent resident was already in the same room as her.

Was it weird that the newest member was the one calming her down? Maybe, but right now petty thoughts weren't needed. She had to get in serious mode. Pulling out a knife just in case, she tensed herself to move quickly. They really should have formed an exit strategy.

The silence was the worst thing, like the people could somehow sense the nervous woman behind the crates. Or more likely, they had heard her phone vibrating every other second.

She did not know how much more she could take. If nothing changed she would have to just bolt.

So of course, something changed. More precisely, gravity did as she suddenly started to fall down, through the door and zipped across the car park. This was not a feeling she could ever get used to, no matter how often Raine kept trying to convince her. She was a land animal, through and through.

Pulling out a shield and trying to use it to slow her falling, she only just managed to nudge herself to one side, narrowly avoiding plowing into her teammate. Skidding along the roof, the reassertion of proper downness slowed her enough to finally come to a stop.

Moaning as she pulled herself up, checking for anything broken or cut, she had somehow come out (mostly) unscathed. "That was terrifying!" It was. "And awesome!." That too. Rushing up to her friend she enveloped the smaller woman in a huge hug, nearly lifting her off the ground.

"You know I hate flying, but by god that was one hell of an exit! Can you imagine the look on their faces?"