[She’d be curious too, in her right mind— still. Falke feels it; when she intrudes, and when she withdraws, stronger than the Kolibri’s probing.]
[…makes her nervous. Can she see the Gate, too?]
[Standing there. Menacingly(?)
After a moment or two, Falke turns to regard her with an appreciative nod. Bioresonant or not, her sogginess is palpable from a mile away.]
(Come here.)
[Her mind’s usually more open— but right now, it’s prickly. Unwelcoming. There’s something in there that isn’t quite Falke, more organic than any of her biocomponents. Best not to intrude too deep.]
[Holding a sheet of reeeeeeeally cute kitty ones. They look so out of place in her hands it’s unreal. Adler walks past, practically glimmering with pride, a sticker declaring YOU’RE PURR-FECT stuck to his chrome lapel.]