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Cat blinked, then looked up at Reaper, clearly uncomprehending. "...What?" There was another beat. "Real what? Real Spider? How can... How can he be missing; that was him! I may not be Miss Mary Plain, but I think I'd know..." She trailed off, the building anger draining from her face along with all color. "...He didn't... know who you were..." she said slowly. The expression on her face suddenly looked mildly ill, and she bit her lip hard enough to draw a little blood. So... then... if that hadn't been her Spider, then it had been...

Just like that, all the color rushed back into her face, touches of hectic pink coloring her cheeks as her eyes flashed with absolute rage. "SON OF A ****ING ********ING B**CH!" she snarled, then spun and started back towards the front door, murderous intent in every line of her body. He wanted her to carry his future kids, huh? Well, she'd rip two very specific pieces of his body right off and hold onto them just long enough to FEED THEM TO HIM.

What really, really pissed her off was how scared she was underneath all of her fury, how completely vulnerable she felt. It would have worked. Not right away, but it would have worked.

From the expression on her face, it was pretty clear that she wasn't hearing most of what he was saying. She was going to kill this demon in the goriest way she could think of; she didn't care about the disappearing people, and she didn't care about Strange. She didn't even REALLY care where she'd gone for all that time. Not right then. "I don't give a ****," she spat, "MOVE." Her eyes looked even more green than usual, and her pupils were slits in the bright, artificial light of the lamps.

It was either stop or plow through him at that point, so she stopped. She wasn't happy about it, though. Now that she wasn't in motion, she had time to think, both about what he was saying and about could have--would have--happened. Her entire body seemed to buzz with fear and anger; if she'd actually been a cat, every hair would have been standing on end.

What he was saying made sense. It was logical. She didn't want to listen to reason, but that ship had sailed; she was already listening. That, however, left her standing in a living room with so much animal rage inside of her that she thought she would explode.

With a sharp, sudden motion, she crossed her arms over her stomach, as though doing so would hold in all of her violent impulses, and did her best to slow down her breathing and suppress all of the nasty mental images of what could have happened... and what had happened. Breathe, Felica. Just breathe. In... and out. In... and out.

Cat just shook her head tersely, her breathing getting back to normal, now, as she pushed back the damaged, broken parts of her with skill born of long, long practice. The next moment she pursed her lips and focused on him again. A slight, rather stained, but genuine little smile flashed across her face. "Thank you. That would have been stupid," she said. Understatement of the year; she'd been about to storm out and try to punch out a Demon Lord single-handedly. She hadn't been like that in... forever. Very specific buttons had to be pressed before she became anything more than a playfully devious opportunist.

She opened her mouth as though she was about to say something else, then sighed, shook her head, and closed it with an uncomfortable little shrug. "Thank you," she repeated finally and, it seemed to her, a little lamely. She paused uncertainly, her hands remaining crossed tightly over her abdomen in a strangely vulnerable way, as if she was cold. The more she calmed down, the more she missed the simple, uncomplicated fire of that rage... and why was she embarrassed? Of all the things to be feeling!

With that in mind, she finally forced her hands to return to her sides and met Reaper's eyes again. "So... I'm guessing that Azazel isn't exactly first priority," she began, her tone much closer to how it was normally, "How are we trying to fix this..." She gestured vaguely. "Disappearing... thing?"

A very small, very affectionate smile quirked the corners of her lips at the mention of the younger spider's reaction to this whole mess, but other than that, she kept her expression carefully neutral. When he was done explaining, she nodded briskly. "Alright. I'm not sure what all I can do, but I'm going to go... calm down... more, and then I'll come back out and talk to your magic user. Maybe she can dig up something from my memory magically that I can't access." Strange had done similar things, she knew, though not to her.

She took another deep breath, then expelled it quickly and nodded again. Yeah. That was good. If she didn't stay busy, she still wasn't sure that she wouldn't storm out the door in a few minutes; this kind of emotional stuff tended to come in waves. That decided, she started past him to go find some kind of quiet place in the enormous house.

However, when she was right beside him, she paused and brushed his shoulder lightly with her fingertips, the motion distracted but sincere. "Thank you again, and not just for stopping me. This isn't your job, and I know that you probably don't want to be doing it." SHE certainly wouldn't have wanted to, if their positions had been reversed. On a whim, she leaned up and forward to kiss him lightly on the cheek. It was meant to be similar to the one she'd given him earlier: quick and friendly and completely without significant meaning. For the most part, it was. It did, however, last a little bit longer than the last one-- less of a peck and more of an actual kiss, albeit on the cheek.

The next moment, though, she was past him and sauntering past him into one of the other rooms and closing the door softly behind her.

For the second time, Reaper simply stood there staring after receiving a kiss on the cheek. His pose remained relatively unchanged. His expression, however, was once again a small illustration of shock. His mouth and eyes were opened just a bit wider, and there was a noticeable warmer tone to his face.
Thankfully, Cat had left him so he didn't feel the need to try and hide immediately.

Not used to this kind of thing. At all. Not, not, not, not, not.
At least there was a somewhat more understandable reason for the kiss. At least for him. Though...perhaps it would be beneficial to make more of an effort to be somewhat good. Not change completely, mind you. But, make an effort.

Shaking his head, he tried to draw his features back into their usual state and sighed. After a second, he opened his eyes and stared at the ground. He could feel a heartbeat again. There wasn't supposed to be one. At all. Dammit...he was becoming more human the more he kept this crap up, wasn't he? That wasn't really a good thing. Not for him. Not after he harassed Supergirl so much.

Sighing once more, he tried to 'calm down' himself and moved over towards a couch. Just sit down for a bit. Then maybe go in and talk to everyone again. And then...ergh.

((Cat isn't in Strange's study. She was in the living room, and now she's gone into a bedroom.))