Katka smiled sheepishly back at Nestor, the grin quickly turning to a frown as he whispered out of the corner of his mouth. Almost instinctively she glanced over her shoulder, quickly turning back a split second later and muttered. "You sure?" The glance had netted her a brief view of two wolves, one burly and thick-set and the other lithe. Both had stopped on a street corner, talking as the shorter of the two lit another cigarette, then turned off into a side street.
With a start Katka realized a question had been asked, glancing up at Danny with a grin her tail flicked excitedly. "Oh sure, loads! I live and breath machinery." For once she talked in a way that was neither shy nor a sheepish mumble, instead she spoke animatedly of how she had learned the trades of a mechanic from a young age with the help of O'Reilly, an almost smug air as she described how she had renovated and repaired his old Morris Minor at the age of fifteen. Splashing through the occasional puddle as she paced alongside Danny, the two grey-coated wolves seemed forgotten already.