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Cat crossed her arms over her chest because she wasn't comfortable being stared at, even for a moment, but she listened carefully to the golden man's strange accent. It was still difficult to understand, though this time she managed to get his main idea. He agreed with her and was offering to tell the boss if she would stay here with the sick girl. She shrugged her shoulders. Why should she have a problem with that? In fact, it was better that someone whose hearing wasn't so sensitive to deal with the old man who didn't seem to know how to speak at a reasonable level.

Maybe his ears didn't work very well. She chuckled a bit to herself at that thought, and quickly returned to seriousness. "I wanted to talk to him myself before you shouted and Arborly here offered his services, " she paused and nodded to the twisted up figure of said man. "...but I really don't care who talks to the boss." Then she decided to take a seat beside the girl while still remaining a safe distance from the unkempt character. She acknowledged Arborly had a worthwhile skill, but she still didn't like dirt or blood. "If you want to talk to him, go right ahead," she continued, since she wasn't sure the golden man understood that she wanted him to tell Vaughn that they needed to get this girl someplace else.