"Numbers don't change that fur some of us," she points out with no small trace of irony as she skillfully maneuvers her veil to shift just the slightest so that she can enjoy her tea without flashing those fangs of hers. There's always going to be some feeling of alienness to Nepeta no matter who she's seen with or how she dresses; it's a fact of life that she's long ago stopped worrying about.

"I wouldn't mind taking a little more of a chance with that efury now and then. You can only tell yourself so many stories, you know?"