Dr. Catherine Gale

That's Mrs. Gale to you. [An Indie RP Sideblog for Cathy Gale from the Avengers ]

[cathygale]

galahadthekingsman:

“Tea, just so long as it’s not too much trouble. My mother told me I should never refuse a woman’s kindness.”

“Your mother taught you well. Relay my compliments to the lady.”

Turning away, she went about preparing tea just in the next room. Being a wall apart from the tailor allowed her time to think and process his presence. No friend or servant of Steed’s was ever precisely what they appeared to be.

“By the by, I’m Dr. Gale, a friend of Mr. Steed’s,” she called out from the kitchenette.

[cathygale]

galahadthekingsman:

“A good tailor appears madam five minutes before he’s needed. I sensed a seam in distress and hurried over.”

“Of course.” Her lips curled up in a polite smile. Call it a woman’s intuition, but she knew the man could be trusted even if Steed wasn’t there to assure her.

“Shall I bring you to his suits or would you prefer some tea first?”

[cathygale]

@galahadthekingsman

“I was not aware that Steed called the tailor’s.”

[cathygale]

galahadinbespoke:

aliasgareth:

what if i brought my cathy gale back

friendly reminder this fellow exists - galahadthekingsman

well that settles things nicely, no?

[cathygale]

@anothergirlfromuncle

“Ms. Solo, do I look like a woman that requires protection?” She was so tired of people interfering with her work, particularly the espionage sort. “Tell your uncle that I will continue my studies here unmolested. I do not see why I would be in danger studying vases.”

[cathygale]

@akingsman

“Haven’t you heard? I’m just an anthropologist.”

[cathygale]

@purrsuasion

Considering what Cathy had in her apartment, she could only assume that Steed had used her residence again as a decoy. How annoying. One of these days, she would be able to enter her own flat without confronting a thief or other such undesirables. Without lowering her pistol, she locked the door behind her and kept her gaze on the woman.

“I would step away from the wall, if I were you. I just sharpened the tiger’s teeth.” Her eyes flickered up at the tiger head hanging just above the thief’s head. 

[cathygale]

                                          It’s Mrs. Gale, actually.