[Tales To Warm the Blood, huh? Interesting, because her blood doesn't feel very warm at all. It's evident she's rattled from the way she keeps glancing over her shoulder (and in front of her, too) as she loads an
odd looking little gun. The feed shifts between video and audio several times (the muffled sound of purring the only notable thing during the audio) before settling on video.
An orange cat pads into view, comes to sit beside her and stares with its lone eye, intensely into the space where Lilly's gaze had been just a moment before.]
...that holds us in this place alone.
[sigh]
Well, that's [not] comforting.
[Pause.]
You feel it too, Olivia?