<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I don't have my kit on me," Cat admitted, "but a stitch or two might not be a bad idea on that scalp lac."  She leaned forward, brushing her hand over the skin of his forehead to get a better look.  "Maybe can get by with just a couple of butterfly bandages.  Would there be a first aid kit here?"  She glanced around.  "If this is a regular meeting place... I'm guessing they're prepared for bloodshed."<br/>
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Cat rose, lithe and lovely in her jeans.  They showed off her figure even better without the hoodie -- although now her badge, cuffs, and sidearm were visible.  They did serve to make her hips look broader -- which in some circles was a plus.  (Cat never noticed, not unless she was trying to fit through a place and her holster got caught on something.)  "Let me take a look at your ribs, too."  She eyed him speculatively -- but this time, it was all professional and no lust.  "Off with the shirt, Wizard."  </span></span>