[ He watches her carefully even as his cat jumps down to inspect the visitor more closely, meowing.
Jonathan frowns, crossing his arms. ]
“Mm. Despite what you may hear I have decent tastes.”
[ She flips her goggles up off her face, exposing flinty eyes. As the wailing of a police car sounds from the streets below, she swiftly crouches down to greet Jonathan’s cat with gentle fingers. She’s running, of course. And Jon’s place had been the closest. He could probably guess that himself. ]
“Your tastes have been very much understated, yes.” “And who’s this darling?”