[Mari gives him the finger from her position safe in the ship and yells one more time:] GET. RID. OF. IT.
[A nudge to her knee tells her she's not alone; her cat has found her again. He weaves in and out of her legs as she stares sourly at the scene outside.] Hey, soft kitty. [She can't call him by name.] Look at the moron. Look. It's a moron. [The cat hooks his claws in her jeans and bounds up. She gives him support and help as he climbs up to her shoulder.
Shielding her eyes to glare at Rowan again, she shouts:] AND BRING BACK SOME MEAT.
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[A nudge to her knee tells her she's not alone; her cat has found her again. He weaves in and out of her legs as she stares sourly at the scene outside.] Hey, soft kitty. [She can't call him by name.] Look at the moron. Look. It's a moron. [The cat hooks his claws in her jeans and bounds up. She gives him support and help as he climbs up to her shoulder.
Shielding her eyes to glare at Rowan again, she shouts:] AND BRING BACK SOME MEAT.