<div class="floatleft">(http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/8125/ceara1.png)<br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Ceara Flynn</span></strong> (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9196)</div></div>Quietly making her way down another side street, Ceara glanced around, checking behind her yet again, and silently wishing her employer’s shop hadn’t been located so far from the gate. She had only run into a few other people yet, only a couple catgirls... and none of them had appeared to be members of one of the gangs. Despite that, though, she knew they were around... and that, if they recognized her from the shop, her bag would likely appear to be a tempting target.<br/><br/>Luckily, though, she realized she was getting close, noticing the east gate rising up aheady... though she froze in her tracks for a moment at the sight of all the yelling catgirls... even if they didn’t attack her, trying to push through that crowd would be just begging to be infected. Frowning a bit, she reached around behind towards the left pouch of her bag, before changing her mind, shaking her head and reaching into the right instead, fingering the many vials stored there as she carefully moved a bit closer, spotting the trio of adventurers and looking hopeful as the dark haired woman orders the catgirls to disperse.