<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cat just -- watched.  She should get up, should put her coat on and get ready to leave, as he was obviously doing.  But she found herself just... watching.  Oh, part of it as curiosity.  She wanted to see the tools of his trade, tuck away the information about this segment of the world and how it worked.  But it was also fascination with the way he moved, his easy grace.  <br/>
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She had no idea how long she'd been staring when his words registered and she shook her head to clear it.  "How the hell you survive without a cell phone -- yeah, okay.  I'll keep you updated.  I'm going to head to the field office, see what I can find out."  She jotted her phone number and email address down on a blank piece of paper from her notebook, tore it off, and held it out to him.  "If you decide to contact me directly -- this is my personal contact info.  Just in case."</span></span>