Catherine quickly walked over to Jean until she was beside him. A cool breeze blew her hair, making it whip at her face before falling back onto her shoulders. "Really. Well I hope you don't mind if I joined you." She replied, smiling up at him. She had ever, not once in her life, had a conversation this long with another shifter. As Catherine sniffed the cold air once more, she noticed two things. One, was that her new 'friend' smelled like blood, and two, there were distant footsteps coming closer. Brushing off the latter as just two of the many people that resided in the streets, she focused on the formers. Looking down at her gloved hands, she noticed there was blood on them also. The gloves he had...
As they stepped just out of the alley, Catherine was determined to get to know this man. "Hey, um, did you like, kill someone? You smell like blood, plus you kind of have it one your gloves. I don't mean to pry, it's just that I-" Before she could finish, she was interrupted. A body had slammed into hers, catching her off guard. As she fell back, sitting up by Jeans feet, she scowled. That was the second time this night she had forcibly been introduced to someone via body slam. Scanning over the person, she noticed that this time they were female, With short orange hair. She also noticed that they weren't alone, as there was a man standing next to her. He had black hair, and an oddly bumpy looking jacket.
"Urgh, sorry. Are you okay?" Catherine tried once again to stand, only to almost fall, leaning agains't the wall to catch her self. Cursing mentally, she looked down. Her ankle had been sprained. She cursed again, out loud this time. A sprained ankle means she could't run if these people proved dangerous. Turning to Jean, she was about to ask what they should do when more footsteps caught her attention. Whipping her head around and straining to hear, she caught a few words, one of them being 'shifters'. Catherine suddenly realized why these people were in such a hurry. Quickly helping the girl up, she grabbed the mans wrist and pulled them into the alley just as two men clad in police uniforms ran past. She stayed pressed agains't the wall for a few more minutes before straightening herself out and letting the two strangers go. "Sorry again. Um, are you two, er," She couldn't find the courage to say it out loud, there might still be cops around. Leaning in, she whispered the word. "Shifters?"
Giving the people her personal space, she leaned agains't the wall. She looked around at them before addressing the group. "Do you guys have a place to stay? My place is just down a few streets, and it's a shifter friendly house."