Erik sat in the corridor, awaiting instructions, he did not like this place much, you could not swing a feral cat without hitting some bloodthirsty monster, so many guns and explosives... what kind of spies were they.
Of course it also occurs to Erik that swinging a feral cat was likely to result in a bloodthirsty monster being in your hand, he imagined people who swing cats in an enclosed space probably don't live very long.