<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"What did he say to make you all... Warden-y?" Cat asked quietly, slipping her hand into his.  She turned her body so that the contact wasn't immediately visible if Dave happened to glance their way.  "I'm sorry if he was an ass.  It sounds like he knows a little about your world, and I didn't... know that.  I might have asked you to stay in the car if I had.  I don't mean to put you on the spot."  She glanced over her shoulder, then leaned in to kiss his cheek briefly.<br/>
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Dave pulled out a second Glock, four more magazines (in addition to the two already on Cat's belt), several boxes of frangible ammunition, and a case of shrapnel grenades.  From another cabinet he extracted a Kevlar vest in her size -- exactly her size, considering he'd ordered it for her -- and began assembling it and a few other tactical goodies on one of the tables in the room.  He was carefully not watching her with the Warden - it was no business of his, really.  (And even he did't believe that when he thought it.)</span></span>