Owner	Pose
Nerina Rosso	*slurp... sluuuuuurp*     A small, relieved sigh escapes a young woman nestled mostly out of sight in Gotham's China Basin. Leaning against a brick wall with a backpack for a seat, she's made an alleyway her dining room for the evening while slurping from a plastic bowl of noodle soup. The hearty aroma mingles with the sickly smells of trash and decay as they waft out the alley before being carried away by gusting winds down the main street. It's a breezy night, a sign of coming rain. Not good conditions to be stuck out of doors.          Pausing in her meal to adjust her clothes, the vagabond straightens her Gotham Giants jacket with a small, bony hand and flips up the hood of her sweater for a little extra warmth around her too-thin body. They're fabrics that are a little worse for wear, especially her sweatpants, but small patches and sewing work have kept them serviceable enough to last through winter. Still, the cold has cost the street youth more than a few pounds.
Catseye	An expert in the ways of detecting food amidst trash or other kind of noise, Catseye who is out on the prowl, is making a steady approach towards Nerina. Not so much because she is Nerina, rather, mostly because she has food. She goes sneaking about a rooftop, before making smart use of a fire escape for a quick descent down to street level, landing on the alley way next to Nerina. The purple little cat looks up at the girl and lets out an endearing, "meow," often she found humans will entreat her to food if she makes a cute endearing sound.
Keane	Of all the people who haunt high-crime areas in any urban area, the two kinds most think of are the capes and the criminals the capes are after. Some of both types are little more than punks looking to make a name for themselves, but sometimes something like Keane will be ghosting around the area. He's on the ground, dressed up like a character from a Bogart detective movie, just loitering about in the shadows off the street. The alley he's chosen is across the road from Nerina and her new friend, but he seems to be paying some attention up that direction as if he could see through the building walls around them.     Under his oversized hat is something like a black face mask with no eye or mouth holes and on his oversized, clawed hands are what look like black surgical gloves, features which make even the junkies who wander down the alleys looking to hook up with a dealer think twice before walking past him.
Nerina Rosso	Nerina pauses in her meal and looks down at the cat oddly, noticing the unusual coat as her hand goes protectively over her soup bowl. After a few moments thought, she moves the bowl to one side and holds her free hand out to the other with open palm, wordlessly offering something for the cat to sniff - and maybe a chance for pets.          By scent the young woman is... well a young woman. She smells like human and dirt and Gotham air, a little more like ginger and garlic than she probably did half an hour earlier, as well as faintly like river water and blood. While not unhygienic, she's missing the distinctive fragrance of bath soap that follows a frequent bather.
Catseye	Catseye looks at Nerina curiously, the reaction was a bit unusual compared to her experience. A human might give food, or might ignore her, but to protectively cover her food? That must mean it's extremely delicious! Ever the more eager to sample of the food Nerina protects, Catseye takes a single step towards her, looking at her expectently. Then, a hand is offered! This human knows the ritual of offering friendship! Catseye comes closer and presses her nose to Nerina's offered hand, sniffing at it testingly, before reaching to walk into Nerina's hand, in a way petting herself with Nerina's hand. Still, she steals glances at the treasure so alertly protected by the young girl.
Keane	Across the street and a little ways up, where Keane stands inside another alley observing the interchange down the way, a brave or desperate junkie walks up to him and hesitantly reaches out with one weakly clenched fist to bump the suited, trenchcoated humanoid's bicep lightly. "Hey, man, uh, you holding?" he wants to know.     Keane turns abruptly to stare at the guy from behind that black face mask, shakes his head slowly in the negative, and watches the junkie walk away. He takes a moment to look around, sweeping the area around himself to ensure he's still alone, or alone again, before he turns his attention back to the parlay over the soup that's going on up the way.
Nerina Rosso	The soup isn't so easily surrendered but the waif does crack a smile and apply a little pressure to help the cat pet herself, then scratches at its fur with her untrimmed nails. For this and few other tasks, they're just the right length.          Nerina's deep blue eyes wander down the cat's unusual fur, checking for matting around the neck to suggest a collar. "You eat well with that meow, gatto, but this is mine," she notes in lyrical English that's accented by an Italian lilt.
Catseye	Catseye is certainly appreciative for the petting, properly done with nails, as the smile on her face attests to. At least it looks like she's smiling, as she goes about for another round. She doesn't concern herself with the junkie and the Bogarty person across the alley. Not that she knows what a Bogart is. She does look at Nerina when she speaks to her, and while Catseye's fur is well maintained, and she certainly seems far too pampered for an alley cat, there's no collar around her neck. No tagging of any sort. What's more interesting, however, is that she actually answers. Albeit in her makeshift way of talking, "she wants taste, maybe clever girl give taste, yes? Make Catseye happy. Happyfriend, good friend, yes?"
Keane	From his vantage point Keane stands a little straighter, his interest piqued. The tall humanoid takes a step closer to the end of the alley, now standing halfway onto the sidewalk and looking up the street at the opening between buildings where Nerina and Catseye are hunkered down with their soup.
Nerina Rosso	Nerina's eyelids flutter as she tilts her head, looking a bit like a startled crow when the cat speaks up. The hand that was scratching keeps giving kind attention to the feline's fur regardless, moving up to the nape. She thinks for a few moments before replying, glad she stuck with English.     "You do not need the food," she points out, patting the cat's pleasantly padded side. "Commerciare - trade. What can you do for me?" With her attention firmly on the talking cat beside her, the blonde-haired youth has so far missed the watcher across the street.
Catseye	Catseye is quite pleased that her potential new friend didn't freak out when she talked, some humans do that. "Yes she need. Catseye love food very very," she nods her head as if to assert her liking of food. "Only small taste, yes?" She continues in this makeshift negotiations, before her ears perk at the offer of a trade. "Catseye tell secret!" She tries to sound mysterious, reaching with one paw to press against Nerina, "look there, over see, big man with hat look at girl with soup. Maybe he wants take, yes? Catseye nice, not take, only ask potitly! Pretty please like Catseye pretty, yes?"
Keane	If he could pick up what was being said from that distance, instead of just the fact that an earth feline was emitting tones and frequencies ordered more like human language than typical feline vocalization, Keane really might not appreciate being used that way. He doesn't hear it though, at least not in a way that he'd understand exactly what was said, so he stays where he is to continue observing this bizarre interaction between girl and beast.
Nerina Rosso	Nerina slowly turns her head at the cat's direction, keeping her soup covered, and narrows her eyes when she catches sight of the trench coat with oversized hat and oversized hands in oversized gloves.     Rocking forward from her seat with a little grunt, the vagabond rises unsteadily and bumps back against the brick wall for support as her stiff legs are forced to stand again. With the soup clasped in one hand she grabs her day bag in the other and slings it over her shoulder before putting her back to the main street and walking deeper into her alley. "Thank you. Let's go," she says tersely to the cat.
Catseye	Catseye feels mighty proud of herself for having chosen a good secret to share with Nerina, maybe she'll even get a taste of the soup in return! Excitedly, she rushes after Nerina, making sure not to entangle between her legs, rather she just keeps close by her side. "Catseye clever. Sees always. Make happy friend, always tell secrets, yes? She like girl with soup."
Keane	Since he isn't aware that he's been spotted, much less that he's the one Nerina and Catseye are running from, Keane leaves the alley mouth he's been watching from and crosses the street swiftly. He keeps out of sight by flattening himself against the wall just outside the entrance to the alley Nerina and Catseye are in, and there he waits for them to keep moving.
Nerina Rosso	Moving at a measured, casual-looking walk Nerina isn't hard to chase. The waif moves her way through the darker interior of the alley and continues onwards to the lighted edge of the next street over. "Catseye," she murmurs, grinning at a memory the name conjures as she flicks upwards with her hand then pulls out the front of her hoodie, momentarily crouching for the cat. "You can climb in, but do not cut me with artigli," she asks, stumbling just a little in her vocabulary.
Catseye	"Happyfriend!" Catseye seems most pleased with the offer of being allowed to ride in Nerina's hoodie, and she easily leaps inside, before curling for comfort and planting her chin against Nerina's shoulder, looking curiously where they go. "Now Catseye keep happyfriend safe! She sees!"
Keane	Being enormously tall doesn't aid in stealth much, but Keane's light-footed enough to dart from one hiding place to another and he doesn't seem to mind or really even notice the smells of moving from the alley mouth to crouch behind a dumpster as he follows Nerina down the alleyway. At most he makes the sounds of a rustle in his suit or overcoat, but the cat's exceptional hearing wouldn't pick up the sounds of breathing or even a heartbeat since the alien doesn't do the first and doesn't have the second.
Nerina Rosso	Nerina can't help snickering at the cat's sheer cheer and she squeaks as the feline gets herself comfortable. There's more than enough room in the loose garment and between the thick hoodie plus jacket on one side and the surprisingly warm body heat radiating through the t-shirt underneath, it's cosy and more than a little humid inside.     For her part, the vagabond gently presses Catseye's head down to leave less of her lavender coat poking out. Once her passenger is settled in, the blonde resumes her walk and turns down the street. She's heading away, well away from where she just was, and after several strides peeks a glance back the way she came to see if she's being followed.
Catseye	Catseye allows Nerina to push her head down, sniffing a bit, while turning her ears to and fro, before announcing, "sneaky sounds, sneaky sounds, fun game play hunter prey. Catseye win, so Happyfriend not worry, she make safe, yes?"