Outside 18 Apocalypse Avenue, Saturday morning

[idontlooktired]

Harriet was sitting on the deck, drinking her tea and watching Mustang (the cat) hunt something brown and skittery.

Make that somethings brown and skittery, she mentally corrected, as several more of them landed on the deck, then scattered as Mustang pounced.

Her nose wrinkled in distaste as she realised what they looked like. Cockroaches. Only

Comments

[on_her_korhal]

A dark figure (in more ways than one; she'd pulled on the coat and was obviously glowering) stalked her way up to 18 Apocalypse, her eyes automatically searching for the door or--

Well, that made things easier. Kerrigan walked up to the deck, making a good effort to push down on her urge to glare at whatever came in sight next. "Harriet?"

[idontlooktired]

"Good morning." The sight of Kerrigan triggered conflicting impulses in Harriet. One to worry, because she was looking distinctly less than happy; the other to amusement.

As a loud crunch came from under her chair, Mustang having caught at least one of his prey, amusement won out. "I am a human from earth, you know," she said with a wry smile.

[on_her_korhal]

"I know," she muttered. Creepy... things... skittered away from her feet as she walked the last few feet, as if they were making a wide berth. If Kerrigan did notice, she was in no mood to mention it.

[idontlooktired]

"Come and sit down," Harriet said, not in any way an order, simply an invitation, "and I'll make you some tea." Mustang peered out at Kerrigan from under Harriet's chair, ears flat and a leg hanging out of his mouth. "Then you can tell me what has that dark cloud hanging over you today."