<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Malvora... that was the fear one, she thought.  Not the lust one - she remembered that one.  That was the Raith one he'd said wasn't involved.  Too bad... lust sounded like a lot more fun.<br/>
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Cat didn't turn away as soon as Gabriel did.  She kept her eyes on the ghoul a moment longer... calculating.  Appraising.  Then -- before they were out of earshot, but far enough away that it could be interpreted as her thinking they couldn't hear her, she murmured to Gabriel, "I want to shoot the next ones."<br/>
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She slid closer to Gabriel.  "You need to clear out too then -- I imagine you're no more friend to the NYPD than I am."  Her hair fell forward, and her position beside him made it a curtain between them and the world.  "What's your plan, hotshot?  You should try to take it easy on that rib or you're going to hurt like hell."</span></span>