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Asking Veer to do anything was a crap shoot -- but if she'd invoked the name 'Al-Janah' he'd probably at least agreed well enough to go check it out. Unfortunately, his patience was thin, his attention span short, and after about five minutes he'd left a note, instead.

It meant that Ever waited around a good fifteen or twenty minutes before finally the bouncer noticed his frustrated attitude, his q-tip like appearance, and handed over the note in a bored manner.

When he appeared at the end of the alley way, he was grumbly and annoyed, likely because he hadn't even gotten a drink out of this deal, hadn't even managed to step foot inside the place. He wore a hat, as promised, a tight-fitting knit cap with a low brim, tousled white curls poking out of the bottom. This, combined with the fact that he was digging for a cigarette even as he rounded the corner, would hopefully be enough for her to be sure.

It wasn't unusual, in Destiny City, for young people to live double lives; to walk around uncomfortably in their civilian forms and only to feel at ease once they powered up, became whatever power they were destined to be.

Ever and Ilmenite were an oddity. When she'd met him in uniform, even in the midst of spray painting a wall, even dressed down by the duffel bag and the cigarette hanging from his mouth, Ilmenite had seemed stiff and somewhat uncomfortable, hadn't had the relaxed self-confidence that other Negaverse agents so easily fell into. Leto wouldn't know that it was better than it had one been, that he had wriggled and writhed in his Lieutenant's uniform and that the General was starting to grow on him, but she would notice that he was different now:

In civilian form, he looked relaxed. His eyes, instead of having that closed-off element, had a flicker of good humor in them, even if it was a bit of humor at someone else's expense. There were holes in his pants, one bony knee sticking out into the cold, his boots barely held together with duct tape, and he looked like a charity case more than anything else, but at least Ever seemed comfortable with himself, chin lifted and posture relaxed and hands limp in his pockets.

In this form, he took one look down at her, confused for a moment before it clicked and he burst into laughter.

"No s**t, honey." He grinned down at her, helplessly amused, his head tilted to the side as he reached up to haul off the hat. Ever's hair was a hopeless mess, curling up in every direction, still desperately in need of a haircut. He'd been meaning to get one for weeks -- months, maybe, even. Eventually Zac would push hard enough...

"You too, huh. Okay. Well, we're working on this thing, I guess, hopefully we can figure out what's causing it...." Watching her, his eyes were still glimmering, tempted to haul her up into his arms the same way he did the other cat in his life. Part of him liked this. Fancy that.

"Do you have people taking care, at least? Bringing you goodies to eat? Obviously you can get out, but do you have access to your home?" Amused, yes, but at least Ever was trying to be helpful. Better than some.

"I imagine you do." He grinned again, the expression creeping up on him, fingers tangled into his hair. Considering. After a moment, he thrust the hat back onto his head and stepped back, rooting through his pockets. A pen, he had, but no paper, so instead he tore the lid off of a nearly-empty pack of cigarettes and set it back in his pocket carefully.

"You'll have to hold it in your mouth or something, but I can give you my number...." He was already moving to do it, his handwriting almost disturbingly neat -- Catholic School neat. He blew on the page as if the ink needed to dry, all of it weirdly old-fashioned in this day and age.

"This is good. You can call me if you have any updates on the cat thing, too, if you figure anything out." Capping the pen, he crouched down to offer the stiff piece of cardboard, eyebrows raised. "Or if you need help. Or if you find yourself human again."

"I'm Ever." As she took the cardboard, he reached out absently to scratch behind her ears -- and he, at least, knew how to pet a cat, putting some elbow behind it, digging in to soft fur. Unafraid that he might break her, and also utterly unconcerned about the fact that she was usually human. He'd been spending enough time with kittyZac to get used to the strangeness, no longer worried about it.

"We'll get drinks. Maybe here, or maybe somewhere else. I figured somewhere quieter was better, you wouldn't be all about my usual haunts." A grin, as he tugged his hand back, shrugging somewhat apologetically. "Don't worry, though, the night's not wasted, I'll just go a-hunting for the rest of the evening."