LOCATION: Hotel gardens
STATUS: closed for @codecerberus
Catalina never thought of herself as a smoker until more recently, and while it felt like she was going against all the teachings she had studied on how harmful tobacco was and all the papers she had written about how evil all these cooperations were for allowing this practice to still happen yet here she was, doing what the French did.
Inhaling a lung full, Cat wasn’t feeling as cynical as before. This was something different, this was recklessness. She needed to experiment on Metzger, not in the same way she experimented on everything else. She wanted to test him. Right now spirits were high due to this trust for Volkov (or the fact that someone was treating them normally for once) yet it wasn’t enough for Cat. She wanted to see what would happen if she ran away. With her invisibility, she could assume that she could perfect this experiment and see just what Metzger truly was all about.
If Aladdin is dead because of him, Cat wanted to know why.
She didn’t hear Carter behind her as she was lost in her thoughts, staring at some flower for god knows how long. So when she turned to see him, she almost jumped. “I’ve been in my head all day I didn’t even hear you.” She smiled, offering a cigarette. “You want one?”