"Alright, so, the thing is, Rook, I am utterly fed up with Regulus Johnsons. First of, they can't decide whether they're Johnsons or Jansens. Like, make a choice already, y'know?" Jackdaw and Rook walked down the street, a contrast to each other. Rook, looming as always due to being large even for a Dutch troll, was dressed as inconspicuous as he could get.

Jackdaw, meanwhile, was a bit above human male average with her elf boost to her length. She also was far from inconspicuous, with bright contrasting clothes which would give any stylist a heart attack, as well as her hair currently dancing with all the colours of the rainbow and then some. Looking at her was like looking at a watercolour in the rain. While hallucinating.

Rook grunted in response. "Yeah, and then one wants to meet up at dump bars or brown cafes to blend in, another insists on super-fancy restaurants to be all snobby, heck, last month I had one that met us at a soccer match! And not in a VIP booth, no, the bloody stands! Didn't do his research either, he showed up with the wrong side's colours and almost caused a riot. Fortunately, 'he's a dumb suit' worked to calm things down, but then he got mad at me for that!"

"Exactly! They just can't decide how they want to come across. I have half a mind to try for a gig as Shadows Consultant, spend half a year getting all of them in line. Oh, hold on a sec, crossroads cat is out today. No sudden moves, okay? Don't want to spook 'er." With that, Jackdaw slowed her pace and leaned forward a bit, making soft meowing sounds at a black cat next to a small pole.

An eyebrow raised, Rook stood back a bit as he observed Jackdaw kneeling near the cat, who then promptly walked over and started rubbing its head against her knees. She gave the cat scratches while talking to it as if she was addressing a small child or baby. He even knew that tone, she used it once when distracting some children that caught them on a stakeout.

After a minute or so, she waved Rook over. "Come over slowly and bend down, give her some love. But slowly, she spooks easily." He moved over very slowly and immediately saw the cat become alert and wary, even walking away a bit. As he knelt next to Jackdaw, the cat paused its retreat for a bit, then walked back towards them. He gently scratched it behind the ears, trying not to be too rough with his massive fingers. For a short while, the cat was in cat heaven as both runners gave it scratches and let it rub up against their legs.

"Alright, that's about enough, we got a train to catch. Bye, miss V!" With those words, Jackdaw carefully rose to her feet, an act that made the cat step back a bit while observing both of them, clearly wondering if playtime was really over. When Rook also rose, the cat walked back to the pole, sitting down in its shadow. Rook idly made the connection between the colour of its fur and seeking shade.

As they walked on, a cyclist came by and came to a pause next to the cat. Here too the cat first shied away, then returned for pets once the cyclist knelt near it. Rook smiled tenderly, a fun sight on his gruff appearance. "She's adorable. So I'm guessing that's her usual spot. But why call her both crossroads cat and miss V?"

"Oh no, she's just crossroads cat. I have no idea what her name is, really. No, miss V is her owner, or rather, miss Voyeur. She's got a spycam attached to the collar. Addressing her directly really ruffles her feathers, so I make sure to always do it after I'm done." Jackdaw's mischievous tone fitted her quite nicely, an aspect of her that many a runner or contact was wary of.

Rook, meanwhile, blinked in confusion for a bit. "Wait, she's spying on you and you're fine with that?" A bright laugh in return. "Of course! Everybody needs a hobby, no?"