Cole’s first words once in the office were cool and collected, he seemed to be noticing everything that was going on. Catori could appreciate a sharp eye like his, at the same time however, she needed him to miss things. Like for instance Cheshire’s admiration of her. The man had been - at one time - smitten with her, and she was in partial taken with him. But she always held back that secret part of her heart - her true self the center of all spirits within herself.<br/><br/>“No it doesn’t seem he has forgotten me” She started in response at first to his jab at her pride “And yes possibly nothing more than his theatrics …” Her eyes cut away from him and a sharp tongue had colored her comment back to him. She wasn’t hurt - just keeping Cole at arms length was her first nature. Hunter’s mind was cloaking her own as well and it’s pride was something that couldn’t be touched - Hunter was above the complexities of human interaction.<br/><br/>There was baited silence between them for a moment while Cole took into count everything in the room. She would have done the same but this was not her first time here. She knew the exits and even a couple of the hidden panels within the room. She instead let a gentle bored sigh escape from her while she waited once again going over the statistics of the job. When Cole cracked his neck her hazel eyes seemed to snap out of her inner monologue and glanced to him as he started in part to question her heritage and to explain his prior dealings with people of her … kind.<br/><br/>Was she an Indian princess… in many ways yet - but then in so many more ways no. The fact that he’d caught on to her spectral imagery irked her - she’d hoped he would have remained clueless about her breed for a little while longer. Ideally it would have been best had he never realized anything about her. She kept quiet at first while he continued about Coyote - oh fuck he was closer than he even realized. So well the cat was already half out of the bag and there would be no shoving that bitch back down. So she took a moment to collect her thoughts how she would address this issue and then leaned a little harder onto the desk before pulling herself up to prop her ass on it and let her feet dangle inches above the floor. She’d caught on to that moment of openness in his eyes - a sadness was deep behind his crimson eyes but she knew that look - though not the reason behind it very clearly. She gave him a couple moments when he slammed his emotional cage shut again and straightened his spine before she started to explain.<br/><br/>“Coyote… is actually a type of what I am. Though sounds to me what you met was the God - or Lord of Mischief - he is real enough and will live on for as long as there is mischief in the world. But his children are sort of like cousins to me and mine.” She quirked a brow and a devious smirk pulled across her lips while she studied the ceiling “Course his children can only scratch the surface of what I can do. The government has labeled us Skin Walkers - or Shifters. Coyote’s children can take on the pelt of a coyote and that’s just about it.” Her hand was fiddling idly with her totem chain now - her fingers appreciating a smaller fang - her link to Hunter’s form and mind. “I however can take on many pelts - or forms - I also retain any latent abilities come along with that species of shift.” She lowered her gaze on him and her eyes seemed to shift to a more green gold shade the pupils stretched to vertical cat’s pupils and she had a much more predatory look about her in just that simple shift.<br/><br/>“As for Cheshire - I don’t know of leverage that could be used on him - he likes money and shines - though my own relationship with him in the past could possibly used” She gave him a gentle smile “Force is something I would keep in my back pocket though if I were you - he’s a sneaky bastard and has enough power to level this floor of the building should he see fit. Though in my own experience with him - he will only use it as a last resort.”<br/><br/>She felt awekward having explained so much of herself to him - she felt exposed and weakened by the action's and words she'd just said. Her own kind would frown greatly on her if they knew she'd said even as much as this to him. She wanted to in part warn him against exposing her - but Ezrabit already knew what she was and Cole didn't seem to have many friends. So such wornings were pointless. She just hoped he knew better than to run his mouth about her and her people.