[It only takes nearly passing the cat once. Daneca stops, turns, and looks at the cat on the chair in the common room on her floor. Her brow furrows. She knows a lot of people have been getting pets lately, but this isn't one she recognizes.]
[Moving closer, she sees the coins.]
Cassel.
[Not a question. Just a "what the fuck are you doing?" in Daneca-speak.]
no subject
[Moving closer, she sees the coins.]
Cassel.
[Not a question. Just a "what the fuck are you doing?" in Daneca-speak.]