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Fifteen days into this particular strange trip, Kitty had redistributed alcohol supplies between the cafe, restaurant, and night club to make it possible to easily tend bar wherever people decided to gather. Today, as most days, she settled into the lobby cafe after chivvying the cook into chicken tenders and french fries (after convincing him it was a single plate meal). It was the closest she could get to "bar food" from him and someone would probably arrive sooner rather than later to make something else.

A few people trickled in after awhile, but none of them demanding. Like her, they drank coffee from the samovar she'd put out. And also like her, most of them had something else to keep them occupied. At the moment, Kitty had a notebook open (from the gift shop; she kept her school notebooks separate in case she made it home during the term) and was sketching plans to upgrade the hotel's computer technology. She needed more raw computing power to work out the energy requirements to do what Illyana did with a thought.

She lifted her head periodically to check for new customers, and had just seated herself at the end of the bar after refilling the samovar when the first new new customer arrived. Immediately, she flipped to a fresh page in the notebook and headed it "Day 15" and made a hash mark for one new arrival. Then she looked up from her notebook and offered one and all her best bartending smile.

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The cat-woman's scent was a familiar one now, easy to find and follow since there weren't actually that many people in the Inn and none of them had taken to pouring aniseed or peppermint oil in the hallways yet. And Angua wanted to track the woman down, if only to make sure that she didn't misidentify some other Inn resident as 'the werewolf'.

Besides, after the initial tension, they'd gotten along well enough, running and hunting in the desert.

So Angua walked into the Cafe, where the scent led her, openly to give the cat-woman an opportunity to see and possibly scent her as well, if she could. It wasn't until after she'd collected a mug of cocoa that she went to join the woman at her booth. "Is this seat taken?"

The blonde caught Yasmeen's attention before her scent hit, since her own senses were only enhanced over human, not as good as a cat's. It was in how she carried herself, the slight but constant cock of her head as though she were listening to something. Not only that, but she looked familiar, like someone she had seen more than once in Gotham, but didn't properly know.

The canine scent, faint but there, triggered recognition of her as the wolf -- as well as the familiar but unknown blonde that she now associated somehow with Dyson. "No one else is bold enough to claim it."

Angua had to laugh as she dropped into the apparently terrifying seat. "How much boldness does it really take?"

The light tone, hopefully, covered a more covert looking-over of the cat-woman. In visual color, without the full bright symphony of scent, she was still very striking. And rather catlike, if you already knew what you were looking at: all lazy confidence and subtle threat. Ready to move on an instant, but at the same time not inclined to move at all. Yes, for a human to take the seat across from her without already being sure of a welcome would take a fair amount of boldness.

"Apparently, precisely that much," she replied with a lazy gesture that encompassed her new companion and terminated in lifting her beverage to her lips. After, she amended, "Boldness or stupidity. I've yet to meet a man in full flush of desire or liquor who doesn't think himself charming."

"In fairness, sometimes they are!" Angua considered, sipping her cocoa, then amended, "Mostly the desire, though. Liquor is more funny than anything."

"Rarely, and only those you enjoyed before either." No denying Raleigh, Dyson and Roy had been charming in both states, but only because she could shed them of their clothes and make them useful.

"Fair enough!" It wasn't a distinction she was likely to have to make, here; she could feel free to laugh either way.

"I trust you're not here to discuss male folly," Yasmeen offered after a moment. The wolf-woman knew who she was, of that she was certain, and she had not the temperament to enjoy pointless small talk.

"I'm not." Angua took another sip of cocoa, then shrugged. "I wanted to introduce myself in this shape, to make sure you didn't accidentally name someone else the werewolf. Not that I think you would, exactly. I've just found it's better to be cautious about these things."

"Wise, in a situation like this." Yasmeen did her the courtesy of not drawling lazily, or shrugging at all. "But considering what I am, I'm unlikely to cause a furor over a little matter of canine DNA. As long as you're not eating the rest of the guests, I've got no problem with you."

"Don't worry, I haven't eaten human for... ten years or so, I think. I'm a vegetarian." In human shape she was, anyway. It was too close to impossible to regulate herself in wolf shape, so she was just glad she could keep to typical food-animals. "I'd prefer to stay as low key as possible, though I think that's probably not going to be very low key at all, you know?"

No, she didn't know, but only because she wasn't entirely familiar with the phrase, and specifically what it might mean in this context. This time, she did shrug, a lazy roll of strong, slender shoulders. "If you're concerned about them turning on you, you needn't be. I have a history with one of your kind, and I have no intention of letting them hunt you."

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