Lucina eyed Milo suspiciously. She wasn't entirely sure what it was he was trying to do, but she didn't care to waste time standing around for him to tell her what it was. Instead, she walked past him and through the plane's door, going down the staircase and into one of the cars almost immediately. Good, they were on the ground. From here, maybe they could actually accomplish something, and get back home sooner rather than later.<br/><br/>Vicente had already taken his place in one of the cars, a , sitting with his arms sprawled over the backrest and his entire body at a slight angle. When the others entered and the doors closed, he spoke up. "I think after we've stowed away all our things, a little walk is in order. See the sights, meet the locals. Whatever's in store for us, we may as well get a good look at it. You know, familiarize ourselves with our surroundings." It wasn't the worst plan to have, but some of the others were understandably worried.<br/><br/>"Are you sure that's the best idea?" Lucina asked, seated across from the elder. She had her arms crossed rather tightly, not keen on sharing so much seat space with the others. "What if you bump into Acerbi? You can't just call a clan meeting in public. And knowing you two,<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>would break out." She knew her sire well, and retaining a cool head under pressure wasn't his strongest suit. Of course, she knew that neither of them were dumb enough to actually do anything drastic, but causing an embarrassing scene was a likely enough possibility.<br/><br/>"It's better than sitting around and waiting for her to come to us." Vicente didn't plan to stick around and let Catarina come to him. He didn't plan on going headfirst into her territory either, but he definitely wanted to get acquainted with the city, at least the area around their safehouse. And of course, establishing contact with local Nightkin, whether they were minor houses or clanless, was a top priority. What better way to do that than to meet them himself?<br/><br/>There were no more arguments about the situation on the rest of the drive. Eventually, they arrived at their building. A large house with Spanish decor, bordered by a fairly large perimeter fence that had been made specially out of iron and silver. It looked as unassuming as a big, fancy house could, which given the neighborhood meant fairly perfect cover. Vicente and Lucina got out of their car after it entered the gate, and awaited the others. If anyone stayed behind, Lucina would have preferred to remain inside, but if the whole crew joined Vicente on their walk, then she would (somewhat unenthusiastically) come along as well.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Drake's lips drew back slightly at Eli's quip, and while he had half a mind to continue ranting at him, he just huffed and shoved his hands in his coat's pockets, grumbling something under his breath. As agitated as he seemed, and as unpleasant as the meeting had been, he couldn't deny that to some degree, he had indeed missed his presence. Having long-term acquaintances was rare enough as it was, and having one that only showed up once in a great while and didn't even bother to remember all that much about you? It hurt, though Drake was hardly the type to actually say it outright. Just hearing the affirmation that he might leave immediately shut Drake up rather quickly, and silently, he sped up his steps until he was ahead of either of the others.<br/><br/>Mariko watched with some concern, but left him to it. The two would probably work something out, as they did on the occasions they were actually able to remain in contact, though she didn't look forward to the inevitable fallout of Eli's sure-to-come departure. She let out a heavy breath through her nose, and just walked along the road. "Anywhere other than the sidewalk is an improvement. How does Anacostia sound?" Parks were generally a good option for nighttime strolls, provided you weren't someone who would be adversely affected by a rogue mugger. The less-active areas, as well as the size and distance from roads, made them much more convenient places for discussions among people like them.<br/><br/>"Of course, if you'd prefer, we could just head home for a while so we can catch up." While returning to their house so soon after beginning a nightly investigation felt a bit less-than-admirable an option, she figured it would be a lot safer, both for simple discussions and as an environment to keep an eye on Drake and Eli in. Frustrations pent up were sure to come out at some point, and if she could keep the chances of them getting attention to a minimum, she would very much prefer to.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Julie, naturally, had no idea what the exchange between Reine and that cat could have been. At the very least, she took solace in knowing that they weren't actually speaking like people did. That would have been weird to watch, to put it lightly. She crossed her arms and rested them on her knees, then proceeded to rest her chin on them, just sort of wondering what the hell it was that cats could convey in a manner that made any sense at all. Of course, even if she could commune, Julie also had to wonder if it would work with a cat at all. Did spiritual communication have species barriers?<br/><br/>While she was busy thinking about how fucked up and weird being a werewolf was, even more strays happened upon the feast that the two women had prepared for them. Julie had to admit to being a bit weirded out about the congregation of animals, especially when one of them decided to start crawling up her leg. It was a tiny thing, either a kitten or a grown runt, if she had to guess. It just sort of clung to her shin and stared up at her, mewling to get her attention.<br/><br/>"Reine I think it's trying to talk to me help," Julie rapidly said, slightly adjusting her footing to see if it would leave. It didn't, so she just eyed the cat suspiciously, unsure if she wanted to try to pet it or not. It eventually crawled higher up, and was hanging off of her shoulder within the next few minutes. She remained extremely still, quite unhappy with the situation. Eventually, she sort of reached up and tapped the top of its head with her fingertip, and it didn't try to rip them off. Maybe it wasn't so bad, after all.