Curiosity killed the Kat...

She nodded before standing. Grabbing the Sniper helmet off of the table, she put it on her head. After a moment, she raised her hand and said “Halt!” in the sniper voice. She walked towards her, mimicking the sniper.

Taking the helmet off, she shrugged. "It helps find intel. And keep Snipers off of a few backs.." She put the helmet back down and sighed. "But I've been sitting on the sidelines way too long. Setting fires? That sounds about where I need to be."

She blinked. Burn the place down? Who the hell did he think she was? 

She nodded before standing. Grabbing the Sniper helmet off of the table, she put it on her head. After a moment, she raised her hand and said "Halt!" in the sniper voice. She walked towards her, mimicking the sniper.

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She blinked. Burn the place down? Who the hell did he think she was? 

"That much I don’t know. Didn’t get the chance t’ visit yet, an’ it’s not exactly safe t’ discuss long distance." In the meantime…

She nodded. She might be helpful... or she might be completely useless. Seemed to be a trend.

"Other than you an’ me? Nyx is willin’ t’ get in the line of fire, an’ last I heard one of the cells had actually got some decent weapons in but they are clueless as t’ what t’ do with them." He neglected to mention a certain younger Light-bot though. Roll was anxious to get into the fray, but far too inexperienced. 

Nyx? She was out of touch. She couldn't remember anyone with that name back in the market... But then again, that area was probably gone by now. She sighed. "Depending on the weapons, I might be able to help. If they're like the Snipers', anyway."

"Whoa whoa nothin’ flashy. More like… talk t’ the people we DO have. Show them what you’re capable of. I would except, y’know, not human. They just assume they can’t do anythin’ I can.”

"Who do we even have? There's a reason I went to you." There were people loyal to Wily out there. And she didn't know who they were. Or what they were capable of. "

"We were just hopin’ t’ bide our time I guess. The last few blatant attempts on Wily’s life ended poorly." There was some somberness to the thought, but it was long gone before he spoke again.

She bit her lip and nodded. She remembered how poorly those attempts went. Vividly.

"…I never thought I’d say it, but I agree. We aren’t gettin’ anywhere, shit we’re about as passive as everyone else in this damn city." They helped people live, yes, but what did that really change? 

She nodded. "You guys had to know that, someday, you'd have to do something more." This wouldn't be solved without more bloodshed. Wily's reign had all ready ensured that.

"…A lot of people are startin’ t’ think the same way. No one’s happy with the quiet approach anymore." Cale idly tapped his fingers on the couch. 

"It's about time they're starting to..." she muttered. How long had it been? How long were they willing to sit in suffering?

"I think we like t’ remain relatively explosion free. Those get kinda messy’n all." Most of the rebels around weren’t qualified for that kind of work— and no one really wants to risk getting themselves blown up or killed.

"But sometimes, you have to shake the foundation a little before anything can grow." At least, that's what she had been learning. How many years had it been? How many things had changed?

"Kat huh? Nice’n easy. ‘s a pleasure t’ meet ya." He grinned a bit, leaning casually into the couch. "Well I hope the rumors didn’t hype things up too much. Y’know how stories get around here." 

"Pleasure's mine," she said, giving him an easy grin. "As for the rumors, I doubt they blew anything out of proportion. This town doesn't seem to explode easily." Even when it should.

"It looks stuffy. I wouldn’t wanna be stuck in that thing for more’n an hour. Dunno how you can stand around like that.” This coming from the robot of the pair. “Hope that think has vents at least.”

"Trust me, if it didn't have some type of ventilation system there's no way I'd be running around in it." Half the time she didn't even run. Not as a Sniper, anyways. 

Cale quietly closed the door behind them, pausing only a moment to listen for… something. Whatever it was, he looked rather relieved. “I think it’s just us here for now.”

If she had known how, she would have put a radar into this suit. As it was, she'd have to trust his word. Besides, with her pistol on her hip, at least she had an out. 

Up the building they go, 20 floors out of way too many (thank god for elevators). Admittedly it kind of felt like there was a sniper looking over his shoulder the whole time, she might’ve been a little too good at the whole act.

Twenty floors in armor like this would have been terrible. As it was well... it wasn't so bad. It had to look hilarious. Or horrifying. Really it depended on how much you knew. 

"…that is so cool." Okay okay enough staring Cale. With a hum he’s turned around and walking again. Even with what appeared to be a sniper tailing him, it was always far more attention grabbing to run.

She couldn't help but grin a little. Was there even anyone alive who knew for sure about all of this? She doubted it. And this man seemed to be getting a kick from it. So, win win.