"Wow, it's been a long time since I've heard so many things that could go wrong. What if the guy stops me, if I come out of the office won't he be surprised that I'm not his partner?" She looked at Charger's face and sighed. "And no, I don't have a better idea. But I'd be appreciative if you'd stand against a wall or something while I changed my clothes. I guess your little punching bag taught me to be picky about these things."
She changed quickly into the guards clothes, hating being confined again, then nodded at Charger. "Let me guess, I get the door open and you come blasting through?" Somewhere in her head she made a comparison with that and it took a few seconds for her to remember what it was. Then she thought of getting out of a car in the rain where the person in the coat would run to the door and open it while the others would sit in the dry and wait till they could run in.
And i'm the one with the coat, she thought bitterly.
Thinking about her home put her in a bad mood and she pushed the thoughts aside and stepped out of the office as quiently as she could manage. The guy in the lobby hadn't noticed her and she moved down the corridor a little way and then turned and walked up, trying to look like she'd come from down the corridor and hoping she looked more masculine now than she'd looked drunk before and fifty other things all at once.
Before she was really aware of it she was at the door at the opposite end of the room to the guard. She tried to door.
it was locked. She cursed mentally as one of the people in the room turned to her, "Don't you have a card-key?"
She stuffed her hands inside her pockets to hide her claws in case the guy speaking to her happened to look and acted as if she was digging through them. She didn't turn around, her teeth would give her away instantly. Then she mumbled a "Yeah, just checking," trying to make her voice deep and more masculine as she rummaged through her pockets. She felt more eyes watching her and the guard had stopped talking.
Any second now tiger boy.
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