<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cat sauntered -- with a very deliberate sway of her hips -- into view.  Her Glock was held at the ready, though given Gabriel's display she figured she was outclassed.  Still... "You promised to share," she pouted theatrically, in the same simpering voice she'd used to order her coffee.  While he'd been fighting she'd taken her hair down and tied a knot in the base of her t-shirt -- both served to make her look less professional and more... well... slutty.  That was entirely intentional -- anyone who caught sight of her would be hard pressed to connect this curvaceous figure with the efficient Agent Gabledon.  "You said if I was good you'd let me try to kill one," she pouted, stepping closer to him with her eyes fixed on the enemy.<br/>
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Yes, she trusted him - but she wanted to lay eyes on the monster herself.  And if he was going to get answers, she wanted to hear them too.  </span></span>