[She is an observer, going so far as to nudge her stool back from the table so as to get a better angle on the two of them. A weight moves here as she does - the pleasant and crawling sensation of her attention narrowing into this room, a metallic crackle of readiness.
But there isn't a kind word - neither in her mouth or her thoughts. Cathaway makes no effort to reassure either of them.]
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But there isn't a kind word - neither in her mouth or her thoughts. Cathaway makes no effort to reassure either of them.]