<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cat sighed watching him -- both in appreciation of the visage and frustration for being more in danger.  "I guess I can't complain about you sharing intel -- I did ask."  She sidestepped his comment about his instincts, because that seemed... off, to her.  Instead, her eyebrows winged up at the mention of placing wards -- whatever the hell that meant -- at her home and work.  "Bold of you to assume I'm letting you anywhere near my digs, Wizard man."<br/>
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When he opened the window and stiffened -- well, she was still an agent.  She rose as well, all business now.  "I assume my Glock works on the human -- will bullets stop a ghoul?"  She checked her weapon, twisting her spare magazines to a slightly better position on her hip in case she needed to do a fast tactical reload.  "Are we shooting our way out of here, or did I misunderstand?  You got a backup plan I don't know about?"</span></span>