Trish can't help it at this point... a moment later, she feels the sharp sting of her teeth digging into the tip of her thumb, as the damned cat woman decides to hack her brain yet again.<br/><br/><em>"Cute. Then I'll just have to get there quick, huh?"</em>To prove her point, she gives her legs and ankles a quick stretch- bending over to give Musubi's wife a show, remembering how the woman had so openly admired her body inside.<em>I wonder if Catwoman is the jealous type?</em><br/><br/>And then it's out the garage door. What starts as a jog quickly -maybe too quickly, but at this point she doesn't care- turns into a full on sprint... and then into a full on free-run. The hit, the damned smirking woman, even the grating, repetitive music... everything gets pushed aside, pounded into the pavement with every step. She pushes herself hard, too; hard enough that she gets some strange looks from passers-by, as if they think she's running from something. Then again, she kind of<em>is...</em><br/><br/>Soon- too soon- she finds herself slowing down in front of Taggart's pub, and reality comes rushing back to catch up with her. Though at least she can take solace in the fact that the damned song is dying off in her head... With one last grimace and turning of her stomach, she pushes open the door, and looks for her contact amidst the crowd.