"No doubt..." Caterina replied, not making eye contact. She still felt so immeasurably guilty. Cat turned her broom over in her hands, decidedly inspecting the bristles, garnering the courage to pry-yet again-into Axel's life though she had no intention of sharing any secrets of her own. "I don't have any qualms about doing my job, even during freak occurrences." She smiled lightly but halfheartedly.
"So...speaking of freak occurrences..." She set the broom down, propping it against the wall, before sauntering over to same waste bin Axel was hovering by to empty out her own pan full of shards, bits of bulb glass reflecting her own culpable image. "Who was that guy you were fighting with yesterday?" She quickly took note of the way a sudden rage and hurt sank into every line and crevice of Axel's face and thought to better her pose her question with a false explanation. "I mean, I just wanted to know in case we aren't supposed to let him in the diner or something. Black list. I'll put the poliziotti on speed dial if I have to..." Cat tentatively looked up, peering at him through a thick dark set of lashes, brow puckered, lower lip caught between her teeth. Oh, she was just awful. A horrible human being really, preying on him like that.
Caterina's face hardened. She had little patience for people such as those anymore. Although proper to be sure, those preening sybarites were no friends of hers, merely socialites and libertines, more interested in their own epicurean pleasures than understanding the world around them or her for that matter. That was why she had left, to find shelter, reprieve from judging eyes...to better understand herself and her supernatural background. She'd gladly investigate werewolf diner owners and sweep up magically shatter glass than sit in some mansion like a fine china doll not to be handled too much least she be broken.