Stella’s quick response was not only terse, but was approaching hostile territory.  Magdalene?  Wouldn’t surprise him at all.<br/><br/>Noting the current time, he acknowledged the hour mark, since that was when Stella would be showing up for her roommate.  He couldn’t blame her really.  If he could help it, he always preferred to have Licorice with him than somewhere else.  Unless he was also at that somewhere else.<br/><br/>Although the knock on the door invaded his concentration, he never lost sight of the targeted Locust.  Head cleanly removed thanks to the Gnasher Shotgun, he tapped the PAUSE button.  Turning toward the bench, he was not in the least surprised that the pair of felines resembled clumps of tangled fur.  Anton would regrettably have to break up that union.<br/><br/>A near comatose Tesla was like lifting a ton of bricks.  Well, maybe not exactly an exact<i> ton</i>of bricks, but pretty damn close!  He opened the door for Stella to walk through if she chose, but held her Maine Coon in his arms whenever she was ready to claim him.