"Eeeee!"  I could feel my ears and tail go straight as I look at the chair and see that the person occupying it isn't the catgirl, but<em>Ingress</em>.  And they don't go down.  Not immediately.  They remain a bit rigid, even as I sit there, listening to her talk.  When she's done talking to me, I respond.  "'Something else.'  'Soon.'  I suppose at this point, that's really all I can hope for.  I don't even know where I am."  I realize at this point my ears and tail aren't going down not because I've recovered from the shock, but because I'm<em>mad</em>.  I almost feel my lips curling back into a snarl, and then-<br/><br/>"I'm sorry."  Just as soon as it started, it's gone, and for reasons I don't understand.  "I...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."  Okay, maybe it's not all gone, there's some residual anger still leftover, but why the hell was I mad at her?  "It's not your fault.  I'm just...mad.  And I don't even know if I should be angry with anyone."  Hell, for all I know at this point, I should be mad with me and not anyone else.  "Look, I...I don't pretend to understand anything about anything of where I am.  There are catgirls in Victorian dresses.  Neon signs that look like they belong in a Walter Hill film are somehow set next storefronts with desks with brass lamps that wouldn't look amiss in a picture done by Howard Hawks.  Every third storefront is in Japanese, and I expect that icon of Eighties cinema, the ninja, to come vaulting out of the darkness at any minute to challenge me to an honor duel. And then there's me.  Don't get me wrong, me from before wasn't exactly the picture of perfection, but I was at least normal.  Now, I drink coffee and it makes me loopy.  I was getting really friendly with that coffee cup before I got up here, and I don't want to think about what I would have done if I'd been left alone with it."<br/><br/>I exhaled, and I could feel my ears tilt a little sideways.  "And the really freaky thing?  Nothing feels wrong.  It's like I've been this way for as long as I can remember, that not even<em>that</em>actually freaked me out.  I have ears, a tail, and boobs.  I should be losing my mind right now.  Instead, I'm thinking about how pretty your hair looks in this light and I think the way you said 'compound' downstairs sounds really cute-"<br/><br/>My brain catches up with my mouth, and I feel my eyes widen and water splash my face as I clap my hands on my mouth.  "I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry.  It just came out."