Owner	Pose
Kano	The instruction, after their escapade of thievery, was to meet up at a particular location a few days afterwards. That Kano hasn't been all over her to be sure she didn't skip out with the goods is either a high level of tolerance of arrogance. Could be both: showing patience, trust, but mostly that he doesn't think she is foolish enough to evade on her end.     The meeting place is to the north, an out of the way and dusty scrap of land well away from anything of interest. Countryside, wooded area. When she arrives, she'll find a contingent of men hanging around at the entry road, having lunch and bullshitting casually. Beyond them is Kano and a few other men of his, with a few vans and a fold-out table. Various weapons sit on the table, shiny and deadly and black in the stark sun. There are some targets far down the other side of the field. Kano is sitting on the back of one of the vans, drinking from a water bottle in the shade, dressed ruggedly in camouflage and khaki, shirtless.
Felicia Hardy	Anyone familiar with the term "like herding cats" knows that an entry road in no way indicates that this is the way one will enter. Emerging from the underbrush and trees, therefore, come the Black Cat. Dressed as expected, in her fur-trimmed catsuit and mask. How she managed to emerge without a platinum mane full of twigs and leaves is open for debate. But at least she isn't coming from the direction of the targets. Probably not a coincidence, either. "Hullo, Boys," Cat purrs as she approaches, seemingly armed only with a nondescript black duffel bag. "And you~" she chimes, on seeing Kano sitting on the back of a van. "Miss me?"
Kano	Kano enjoys another long drink of the water, finishing it, and loosely pitches the container into the back of the van somewhere. That trash will be somebody else's problem: one of a variety of benefits of being a boss. He smirks at her as some of the men around him tense up. Not all of them do, some stare or leer at her, but nobody yells anything. It's Kano's show, really. He inclines his head some, and hooks a few fingers in a 'come here' indication at her. He's otherwise relaxed, one leg up. He's shirtless, but that does show some of the cybernetics off more obviously; he has a vent panel over his heart, and some more of that along the side of his neck - cables and things. Two of the goons saw the gesture and go back to what they were doing: an inventory of some things in the other van.
Felicia Hardy	Slinking through the smattering of thugs, tables, and vans, Cat sidles up alongside Kano. She makes no pretense, but curiously inspects the cybernetic facets on his body, even reaching up to touch one along the side of his neck. "Bet you're a /scream/ at Halloween parties," she cooes, plopping the beg next to him. She smiles and unzips it, rifling through a number of lacy underthings to the bottom of the bag, to pull out a cosmetic pouch.
Kano	"My looks can kill," Kano says, deadpan serious, smug. Behind him in the van there's some rustling near the tossed water bottle. There is a person in there with a black hood on and their wrists zip-tied. Kano doesn't seem remotely concerned about it. "No kiss kiss?" Kano asks, amused, but not particularly pushy. He's relaxed overall. He watches her with the lacy underthings, and flicks a gesture to a goon at his left. "I'll rinse whatever you've got. Cash for you today: clean. Easy." The goon brings a silver case over.
Felicia Hardy	"Nice touch with the zip ties. Get those at Home Depot?" Cat asks nonchalantly, brushing two kisses across his lips. Kiss kiss. She pulls three lipstick tubes from the cosmetics bag, then closes the duffel and drapes a small black cloth over it. "I only want one," she replies as she unscrews the lipstick tubes and pours the contents out on the cloth carefully. There are, in all, around twenty emeralds. All exquisite cut and clarity. The last emerald is pulled from her own waistpouch, and held between her thumb and index finger. It is easily twice the size of the largest stone on the cloth. "One for me, twenty-two for you." She winks. Those appraise for 2.3 million. This one for 1.7. Is this acceptable, my Dear?"
Kano	"Keepin' it after all? All'ight. Suit yourself. You want cash for it sometime if you tire of lookin at it, we talk then," Kano shrugs, but still pulls the case from his thug's hand, to flip it open. "I did my homework. I know what they're worth." Kano's shrewd when he needs to be. "That's my color," Kano smirks of the lipstick cases. He checks over what she brings out. His cybernetic eye makes a few odd whirring sounds as some of the parts there pivot and move when he gets a good look at the gems, checking for flaws or fakes.
Felicia Hardy	The Black Cat looks unconcerned as he peruses the emeralds. After all, she examined them only after the auction house's board of experts. As he does, Cat reaches up with a fingertip and traces the outline of the cybernetic implement over his heart. "Met someone once who had something like this. He let me kiss his helmet for his birthday." That probably isn't innuendo. Probably.
Kano	"I missed one for m' birthday this month? Buuuuullshit. Still. I got one ya can kiss anytime," Kano laughs. "Jus' a kiss is pretty lame though, that's barely a taste," Kano flirts in an obvious manner. It's more than innuendo, from him. He'll finish with the gemstones, get those put away, and then attempt to pull her towards his lap. "Stick aroun'; I got a bit of cleanup to do, then we can play."
Felicia Hardy	Cat gets planted in Kano's lap with a grin. "Sounds like fun, Handsome. I hope you've got some rope though. Zip ties are ever-so-uncomfortable."