From the sidelines, this scene before her looked really like some comedy skit. Vitaly seething at Errg fawning over Vicky while Enzo stirred the pot. It felt like all of them would throw their head back in laughter after some punch line. Americans must love that sort of slapstick low brain humour if they even act like that in reality. It's not like this is the first time either, Catherine got her nickname from how she carried herself above it and had only sour sarcasm to spill on it.<br/><br/>At least Cid appeared just as out of place as her. A mechanic would certainly be useful but Catherine couldn't help but wonder how he filled thirty two pages of references. In fact, why did he bring those along. Izzy took all returnees. This business venture was fueled more by nostalgia than profit margins and it was Cathy's duty to make sure the ship could keep sailing.<br/><br/>Cathy snapped to attention when Izzy put Cid into her tender care. Time to save the poor man.<b>"Alright, mister Lazerous."</b>She stepped in and retrieved Cid before Vicky and Errg could finish him. She lead the way for him deeper amidst the wagons.<b>"We can go to the dining area or if you prefer part of my room is in the process of being transformed into an office. We can review your references at either place."</b>She looked over her shoulder to toss him a friendly smile, but snapped her gaze straight forward again when she felt herself looking him over. Why did she... he was nothing like... Catherine cleared her throat.<b> "Amongst the carnies here, I'm known as Princess Catherine. Don't ask me why they've given me such a nickname. I'm guessing it's a rural folk thing. Princess, Catherine, Cathy, I don't particulary mind either of those names."<br/>
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"The cat's name is Majesty. He's glaring at you because he's half-blind and trying to recognize you."</b>Catherine introduced the heavy cat on her shoulders as it peers at Cid with it's beady evil eyes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>