[Havoc]

'Eh... Streak. Do go easy on her please?' he said and winked at her before he turned around.
He faced Grace now and stared directly into her eyes, something that usualy worked with people to freeze them just a few seconds. It could win the time Streak needed to write whatever it was she was going to write down. Charger grinned a toothy grin and twirled one of whiskers in a dasterdly kinda way.
'I wouldn't know what she's doing, officer,' he spoke rather humoures. 'I think we'll find out in a few seconds.'
He grinned again, waved at her and then turned to Art.
'Hey, Arthur. Where is Drakko at? How'd it go at that mobster thing?'