<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Seeing his bare chest, Cat ducked back into her closet and rifled through her things until she extracted an oversized FBI t-shirt.  "Here.  Better than naked.  Not by much, I'll grant you -- but it'll at least get you home without a public indecency charge."  <br/>
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She sat down to pull her boots on.  "This -- this sucks."  She dropped her head between her knees and groaned.  "Damn it, I've got to get to the scene, and since it's a cop I don't dare try to get you there..." she trailed off, looking at him and the FBI shirt.  "Unless... you think you can pull off a Man In Black outfit?  If you can be an inscrutable agent who defers to me in the field -- maybe."  She shrugged, threading a belt through her slacks and adding various pouches and bits.  "Otherwise I guess we part ways here, meet up... eventually."  Visibly torn at the idea of separating already, Cat turned away to try and maintain at least the appearance of professionalism or calm.</span></span>