<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Court me, yes -- stalk my apartment building, maybe not."  Her eyes were dancing though.<br/>
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Cat smirked.  "You want headshots?  I'll show you headshots."  Her confidence was well placed -- she was a top ranked sharpshooter, and her Glock had been modified for her own particular preferences.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">She didn't like him drawing fire -- but he seemed convinced he could do it, and there was no point in arguing.  "I'm not wearing my Kevlar, so try and keep that in mind when you do your magic voodoo -- ricochets kill too."  She drew her Glock and checked it, movements calm and efficient.  "Once the humans are down and it's just the -- whatcha call 'ems -- ghouls -- if I've still got ammo left, I want to see if I can take a couple down.  I won't get in your way," she added, "but... you know... new targets."  She smirked.  "Besides, I want to see if I can outshoot you."</span></span>