<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cat was still blinking dumbly at Gabriel when he sat down.  It took another minute for her brain to reengage.  "Alright," she said, nodding her head slowly.  "Okay.  This is -- you're -- okay.  Right.  Wizard."  She lifted her hands from the coffee mug and pressed the heels into her closed eyes.  "I didn't see a sword, and you're not wearing a Renaissance Faire knock off cloak.  And you definitely did not just order Earl Grey, Hot like it's the most normal thing ever.  And you're <i>not bleeding</i> because -- okay."  She pressed her hands more firmly to her eyes and forced a long, deep breath.  "Pull it together, Catherine," she ordered herself.  "You're a fucking federal agent."<br/>
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When she lowered her hands, she was Agent Gabledon again.  Mostly.  "What does 'signatatory of the -- unseen -- tell me what the hell we're doing here, and why you ordered me here like a damned corporate spy."  She sucked in another breath and downed half the cup of coffee.  "Then buy me something stronger to drink and we'll trade intel while I try and remember what the <i>fuck</i> I was thinking listening to David Muldoon."</span></span>