Jason's point of view. Word: Feline.
"Jason, you've been followed," Marie murmured from behind him.
He whipped around immediately, taut, furious with himself for endangering them. For endangering her. "Get away from door," he snapped, taking out his gun.
And stopped.
Something was missing from her expression. It was unconcerned, calm.
Amused?
"What?" he demanded, still anxious. Smiling faintly, she pointed to his feet. He looked down, saw a small white cat sitting beside his right boot.
Suddenly shaky, he did not know whether to laugh or frown.