She smiled when he called her Padawan and followed him out ot the blue beetle. The drive was short and quiet and Molly only stole glances at Harry twice or so. Most of the time she was looking out the window, wondering just what atrocity she was going to witness tonight. Hadn't they had enough for the day? She growled mentally to herself and leaned back in the seat. When the finally got to the Hotel, Molly slid out of the car and looked about, nodding to Harry. She watched him converse with the cop at the door and then when he turned to her she gave him a nod and a whispered  “I will.”<br/><br/>The cop eyed them back and snorted. “She's inside. Go on in.” With that he waved the pair of them into the hotel. Molly wondered why the cop was so brusque, but then she remembered none of them had a taste for Harry save Murphey. She scowled at the man in return and slipped into the hotel.<br/><br/>The inside smelled like a normal hotel, but as they got closer to the room, the smell of death permeated the hall and she fought the urge to gag. It wouldn't do to look weak in front of Harry. She didn't want him to think she wasn't able to handle things like this. Truthfully she didn't like murder scenes, but she didn't want to leave him alone in his current mood, so this was the lesser of two evils. She waited outside the door and swallowed a little, watching the door like it might jump out and bite her. She just wanted this over with and to be able to go to Mack's with Harry and get some food.<br/><br/>–<br/><br/>Aubrey jogged down the dark street and away from Mack's and the oily Reznik. She was glad to be gone by this point and was glad she had listened to her gut. Home was the safest place for her now and that was right where she was headed. However a mewl caught her attention and she looked down to find a box with a small, white kitten inside. “Oooh! You poor thing! You'll freeze out here.” She scooped the little ball of fur up without hesitation and slipped the little scrap into her coat and was rewarded with a loud purring. Aubrey loved animals and would do anything for one and the purring scrap of alabaster fur in her coat settled her nerves.<br/><br/>She passed the hotel as she walked her way home and blinked, seeing the man in the duster talking to the cop. She wondered what had gone on, but quickly jogged past at the insistent mewling of the kitten in her coat. “Okay, okay, we're going.” She hushed it and quickly made her way to the local corner store. The animal stayed quiet as she picked it up some food and litter and made a clicking noise that they didn't have a box among the pet things. She did however find a tin foil baking pan and snagged it, bringing her purchases to the counter she paid for them and left, the little kitten's head sticking out by her cheek, purring away.<br/><br/>She finally made it home and looked about, checking no one had followed her. Once she was sure she was alone she made her way up the stairs and let herself into the house. Once inside she let the little white kitten down and looked into it's amber eyes. “Aren't you sweet?” She asked it and tilted her head, watching it a moment and then meandered into the kitchen for a bowl and set down some food for the little thing. Once it was eating she decided to check if it was male or female and found she had a small male on her hands. “I'll name you Astor, little one.” The kitten picked his head up, mewed and went back to eating just as a knock came to her door.<br/><br/>Aubrey looked up and quietly walked to the door, looking through the peep hole. The blonde man stood on the other side and she gasped, backing away from the door. “Little one, I know you're in there, won't you let me in?” She asked and she gasped again and slid the chain. “No. No I won't.” It was whispered and she went and hid in the kitchen, Astor coming over to curl into her lap and glare at the door.