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flint_garou11 October, 2012
The moon is in the waning Crescent (Theurge) Moon phase (27% full).
Kitty looks towards Laila, and then smiles, cheerful, but rueful, as she turns to go. "I'll catch you again?" she calls hopefully. "I'm officially living here, so…?" She returns then, to her coffee making, while the glaring and comments go on around the room. "I felt called by Unicorn," she does note quietly, to those here. "But I would have loved to have remained with the Gnawers. I consider myself lucky to have two Tribes that I can count amongst my friends."
Not long after Laila's departure, it's the kitchen door that opens, Flint slipping into the room as unobtrusively as possible and closing it behind him only to find that there are people there, and so there he stops, glancing around the room until he sees someone that he doesn't recognise. And so the Glass Walker's attention is cut off from giving both Lefty and Kitty a wave, and Jacob and Nik in turn polite nods, to introduce himself. "Flint, named Carves the Requiem for Cockroach's Children. Cliath galliard of the Glass Walkers, Beta of Unfettered, and child of Merlin."
Caorthann takes a while to realise that anyone else has arrived. He coughs, and decides it's a really good time to go start picking up the laundry from the chair again. "Uh." A towel and a pillowcase spilling over one arm, he turns to look at Flint for long enough to introduce himself for the second time in as many minutes. "Caorthann Parnell, rited Words of Stone, Cliath Ahroun of the Fianna, from the Sept of the Fens."
Nik glances over as Laila turns to leave, as so many others do. But still he remains where he is, even as Flint arrives. He leans back in his seat, quiet for now, a thoughtful look on his face. The cool looks he's received so far seem to have no effect on the Ragabash.
Lefty digs into her mac and cheese again, greeting the Walker with a wave of her spoon because her mouth is full. The lingering looks to the Shadow Lord continue, but his cool demeanor soon has her shifting her attention elsewhere. It lands on the young Fianna cliath. "From Boston, huh?" For some odd reason, the word 'Boston' is emphasized in a clearly negative way.
The coffee made, Kitty starts around with a tray of mugs, and the jug of coffee, along with cream and sugar, offering it to everyone in turn, so they can grab drinks for themselves if they want. Jacob first, then Lefty, then Nik. Finally, she looks between Flint and Caor, before approaching the Glass Walker first. Apparently length of tenure in the city is her final deciding factor. Oh, life is so complicated when dishing out the coffee. Once her job's done, she retreats to stand between Lefty and Jacob, halfway between, as exactly as she can manage, depending where they've put themselves.
"I wasn't born there," the Fianna answers Lefty's unspoken criticism.
Flint accepts the coffee with a flash of a smile for Kitty, and retreats to lean on the counter where he can see everyone else in the room. Mostly, though, the Walker is silent, brows furrowed and entire demeanor sobering significantly as he looks to Lefty.
Lefty takes the coffee from Kitty with a smile. The smile slowly fades, though, as she eyes the young, Gaian cub more thoroughly. Eventually, her gaze shifts once again back to the Fianna. Her eyes remain on him as she slowly sips her coffee. When done, she sets it down in front of her bowl and the questions begin. "Oh yeah? What brings you out this way?"
Kitty looks after her Elder as he not only rejects coffee, but then runs away to do the phonecall thing. A pout, then a giggle and a shrug, her mood suddenly lightening, as she pads across to Lefty. "Jacob knocked me in the dust, and made me sneeze." she notes seriously to the Gnawer, still with a grin on her face. She does shush though, as Lefty starts to ask questions. Proper questions. Serious getting-to-know you stuff. She should take notes, yes.
Nik takes his coffee with a nod of thanks, setting it on the table (without a coaster too. Jerk). It seems he's more interested in the conversation at hand, however, than drinking it.
Caorthann glances down, as though surprised to find a coffee in his hands. The mental rewind can be imagined as he frowns at it, then remembers to thank Kitty for the drink. "I was born in St. Claire," he explains to Lefty afterwards. "Mom and Dad both died when I was young. That's why I was raised by Dad's folks. I came here almost as soon as I passed my Rite of Passage, to find out more about my parents."
Lefty leans back in her chair. Her fixed, scrutinizing stare at the cliath Fianna is interrupted briefly when Kitty speaks to her—especially when she says Jacob knocked her into the dust. It brings a faint frown, and it distracts her enough to lose her focus on grilling the Fianna. "Born here, huh? So who were your parents?"
Flint listens, intently, but other than that not interrupting.
Kitty pads across to the table, quietly lifts Nik's coffee, and places a coaster under it. Not a word spoken as she does so, the cub seemingly content to tidy up behind people. She soon returns to Lefty's side though, smiling reassuringly to her. Apparently being knocked over was all in good fun. No frownies required. She finally claims her own coffee and hops up onto a counter, swinging her legs happily.
Nik squints at Kitty, giving her a dramatically offended look as she coasters his beverage. The Ragabash decides he doesn't need a coaster, however, and leans back with mug in hand to drink. So nyah. "Haven't seen much of the Fianna about," he admits to no one in particular.
Caorthann plainly chooses his next words with care. He speaks with considerable self-possession for one so young: apologetic without cringing, sufficient confidence but not too much. "I'm sorry, ma'am. From what I've found out already, it will probably be better if I don't say any more, until I've been able to find out more from the person I was speaking to yesterday."
Lefty's brows lift up, her entire manner shifting. She's like a cat that's suddenly spotted a bird with a broken wing. The coffee is set aside, and she stands up to get a closer look at the Fianna cliath. She in fact gets very close. "Since when is a Fianna ashamed of his parents?" she asks, circling around him.
Kitty sticks her tongue out towards Nik, entirely at ease with pulling faces at the Shadow Lord, it would seem. Which she may well live to regret, but right here and now, with Lefty here, and Jacob just outside, all is well with her world. "If you mark it, it'll be me polishing the coffee ring off," she points out cheerfully. A cheerfulness that fades, as Lefty gets on the move, and the girl pulls her legs up onto the counter, going quieter, and definitely trying out her 'fade into the background' trick again.
Flint watches this development, and his gaze ticks between Caorthann and Lefty, eventually settling observation on the other cliath, though he's simultaneously taken his coffee and backed up to give Lefty more room.
Nik's one green eye squints at Kitty somewhat ruefully, but then Lefty's development gets his attention. This time he uses the coaster, if anything to lean back in his chair and steeple his fingers. "Interesting," he murmurs with a little smile.
Caorthann keeps his eyes front. "I stand by my words, ma'am."
Lefty offers a shrug, not pulling away. She comes to a stop in front of him. "I don't understand. How can talking about your parents be an issue? Unless, you're not who you say you are?" She looks around the room, "Anyone know Sense Wyrm?" The Gnawer doesn't actually seem too concerned about Wyrm taint, right now. The words are, no doubt, designed to get a rise out of the Fianna.
Flint's attention ticks between Caorthann and Lefty again, and the young galliard shakes his head. "Nope, sorry Lefty-rhya," he offers.
Kitty swallows, but wraps her fingers more tightly around her coffee mug, staring steadfastly at it. The cub obviously doesn't know any Gifts, so she knows Lefty's question isn't aimed at her. No, she definitely just wants to put a paper bag over her head. There's even some left around, from Laila's unloading. But that might draw attention. And the cub definitely doesn't seem to want that.
Nik raises his brows, but doesn't offer up any knowledge directly. "The boy wants to wait for a lawyer," he observes to Lefty. "Smart kid. Unless he truly is tainted. Then perhaps not so smart being here." The Ragabash looks comfortable despite the rising tension, perhaps even a little amused.
"Mouse checked me, ma'am." The Fianna gives Lefty an almost-direct look, the sort that walks the line between human direct honesty and Garou challenge, his head turned a little aside. "You can contact the Sept of the Fens to ask about me if you like. I will answer your question when I can speak with honor and wisdom, and not before."
That brings an oddly wide grin from the Gnawer ragabash. "Honor and wisdom, huh?" she says, chuckling under her breath a little. "Ok. Fine. And, uh, who is it you're waiting to hear back from?" she asks. "Or is that a secret, too?"
Flint takes a sip of his coffee as he continues to watch this, and his attention then turns to Kitty, reaching over to set a hand on her knee momentarily and reassuringly.
Kitty has apparently found the secret of eternal life in her coffee. Or something of equal import, judging by the fascination that she shows in watching the surface. She jumps slightly at Flint's touch, but then smiles towards him. "You… err… need more?" she offers, gesturing to his mug. Nice, safe subjects are shiny, clearly.
Nik tilts his head a little at Caor's reply, perhaps impressed. Hard to say what his expression is, as he hides it behind a sip from his mug.
"Lefty-rhya." Oh, the Fianna's been taking lessons from the military. The answer is Sergeant-to-officer perfect. It might as well have been another 'ma'am'. It somehow also manages to lack any sense of defiance, to be a respectful apology that nevertheless yields nothing.
Flint pats Kitty's knee and shakes his head, but he does set his coffee cup on the counter and pace over to where he can more easily watch both Caorthann and Lefty, thumbs hooked casually in his pockets.
The answer seems to confuse the Gnawer ragabash. She takes a step back, tilting her head and studying him some more. "You're waiting on me?" she asks. The kid's cool as a cucumber demeanor seems to impress her as much as it does the Shadow Lord, as well. It keeps Lefty from pressing harder, perhaps.
Kitty smiles towards Flint, managing to sit up a little and looks slightly less like a frog that's been kicked in the teeth. Do frogs even have teeth? Another of life's interesting questions. The teenager could be pondering that, even, from the frown lines that are developing on her brow, extremely thoughtful as she watches the interaction, taking a deep breath of relief as Lefty lets Caor have some space.
"I've given you all the answer I feel I can, in honor, give you, ma'am," the Fianna answers, still holding that self-possesed air about himself, though the first signs are there that yes, he is an Ahroun and still a young one: the subtle hint, recognisable to experienced Garou, that he is having to keep a tighter rein on his Rage.
Talking about keeping tighter reins on things, here is Laila! The kinswoman returns maybe half an hour after she'd left, a somewhat concerned expression on her face. People in here get vague waves as she heads for the kitchen, clearly searching for something she'd left behind, perhaps in a grocery bag.
Lefty gets distracted by the arrival of the pretty, Shadow Lord kin. She remains vaguely confused by the young ahroun, but, given his stubborn answers, she decides she's had enough fun for today. "Well, if you figure out who you need to talk to, and it is me, Kitty can tell you where I am." She turns away from him, back to her food.
The Glass Walker hooks his thumbs into his pockets a little further, and moves towards the back door that he'd come in from. "If. If it." The galliard takes a deep breath. "I'd best be going, I'll catch everyone later? Lefty-rhya, Kitty." There's a pause, and Flint looks to Lefty. "Any progress?" he asks, lingering at the doorframe, tone not quite edging towards hopeful.
Nik doesn't seem to mind being left out of the conversation. The sidelines are always the best place to watch Garou from, anyway. Laila's re-emergence brings a chuckle. "Coffee?" He offers the woman good-naturedly.
Kitty is settled on the counter top, coffee mug wrapped tightly in her hands, so tightly, in fact, that her knuckles are white. Other than that, and the frowns on her face, she could be completely chilled out. She cheers up visibly though, as the current conversation ends—being ignored in favour of the lovely kin seems not only accepted, but expected, and she grins towards the woman, before she slides down from the counter, padding back to Lefty's side, and reaching out a hand to rest on the Gnawer's arm lightly.
Pause. Blink. Laila's head turns, dark eyes fixing on Nik. Is she going to say she'd rather drink snaik venom? Would rather he stuck it somewhere unmentionable? Perhaps suggest he goes somewhere hot and brimstone-y? All of this seems possible given her expression, but after a long moment she simply responds with, "Please. Black, no sugar." The response surprises her, it seems, but then she's back to looking for her whateveritis she left behind, crouching and beginning to go through cupboards as if it's been put away.
Lefty reacts with a smile and a wink to Kitty, but again her attention is quickly pulled to the mercurial kin. "Lost something?" she asks, casually.
Flint watches all attention go to Laila—his own for a moment too—and then his expression droops, but he takes a few steps over towards Lefty. "Lefty-rhya, has there. Is. Is there, any progress, o-on…?" he asks again, a little bit louder, and every bit as hopeful in the tone.
Caorthann starts to pick up laundry, very carefully, while also watching the kin.
Lefty blinks, looking back at the Walker. "Hmm? No, nothing yet." That sours the Gnawer slightly.
There's an accepting nod from Flint, though it comes with an accompanying flare of temper, and then Flint wastes little time in excusing himself from the room, though there's a smile again for Kitty before he's out the back door.
The moon is in the waning Crescent (Theurge) Moon phase (27% full).
Kitty looks towards Laila, and then smiles, cheerful, but rueful, as she turns to go. "I'll catch you again?" she calls hopefully. "I'm officially living here, so…?" She returns then, to her coffee making, while the glaring and comments go on around the room. "I felt called by Unicorn," she does note quietly, to those here. "But I would have loved to have remained with the Gnawers. I consider myself lucky to have two Tribes that I can count amongst my friends."
Not long after Laila's departure, it's the kitchen door that opens, Flint slipping into the room as unobtrusively as possible and closing it behind him only to find that there are people there, and so there he stops, glancing around the room until he sees someone that he doesn't recognise. And so the Glass Walker's attention is cut off from giving both Lefty and Kitty a wave, and Jacob and Nik in turn polite nods, to introduce himself. "Flint, named Carves the Requiem for Cockroach's Children. Cliath galliard of the Glass Walkers, Beta of Unfettered, and child of Merlin."
Caorthann takes a while to realise that anyone else has arrived. He coughs, and decides it's a really good time to go start picking up the laundry from the chair again. "Uh." A towel and a pillowcase spilling over one arm, he turns to look at Flint for long enough to introduce himself for the second time in as many minutes. "Caorthann Parnell, rited Words of Stone, Cliath Ahroun of the Fianna, from the Sept of the Fens."
Nik glances over as Laila turns to leave, as so many others do. But still he remains where he is, even as Flint arrives. He leans back in his seat, quiet for now, a thoughtful look on his face. The cool looks he's received so far seem to have no effect on the Ragabash.
Lefty digs into her mac and cheese again, greeting the Walker with a wave of her spoon because her mouth is full. The lingering looks to the Shadow Lord continue, but his cool demeanor soon has her shifting her attention elsewhere. It lands on the young Fianna cliath. "From Boston, huh?" For some odd reason, the word 'Boston' is emphasized in a clearly negative way.
The coffee made, Kitty starts around with a tray of mugs, and the jug of coffee, along with cream and sugar, offering it to everyone in turn, so they can grab drinks for themselves if they want. Jacob first, then Lefty, then Nik. Finally, she looks between Flint and Caor, before approaching the Glass Walker first. Apparently length of tenure in the city is her final deciding factor. Oh, life is so complicated when dishing out the coffee. Once her job's done, she retreats to stand between Lefty and Jacob, halfway between, as exactly as she can manage, depending where they've put themselves.
"I wasn't born there," the Fianna answers Lefty's unspoken criticism.
Flint accepts the coffee with a flash of a smile for Kitty, and retreats to lean on the counter where he can see everyone else in the room. Mostly, though, the Walker is silent, brows furrowed and entire demeanor sobering significantly as he looks to Lefty.
Lefty takes the coffee from Kitty with a smile. The smile slowly fades, though, as she eyes the young, Gaian cub more thoroughly. Eventually, her gaze shifts once again back to the Fianna. Her eyes remain on him as she slowly sips her coffee. When done, she sets it down in front of her bowl and the questions begin. "Oh yeah? What brings you out this way?"
Kitty looks after her Elder as he not only rejects coffee, but then runs away to do the phonecall thing. A pout, then a giggle and a shrug, her mood suddenly lightening, as she pads across to Lefty. "Jacob knocked me in the dust, and made me sneeze." she notes seriously to the Gnawer, still with a grin on her face. She does shush though, as Lefty starts to ask questions. Proper questions. Serious getting-to-know you stuff. She should take notes, yes.
Nik takes his coffee with a nod of thanks, setting it on the table (without a coaster too. Jerk). It seems he's more interested in the conversation at hand, however, than drinking it.
Caorthann glances down, as though surprised to find a coffee in his hands. The mental rewind can be imagined as he frowns at it, then remembers to thank Kitty for the drink. "I was born in St. Claire," he explains to Lefty afterwards. "Mom and Dad both died when I was young. That's why I was raised by Dad's folks. I came here almost as soon as I passed my Rite of Passage, to find out more about my parents."
Lefty leans back in her chair. Her fixed, scrutinizing stare at the cliath Fianna is interrupted briefly when Kitty speaks to her—especially when she says Jacob knocked her into the dust. It brings a faint frown, and it distracts her enough to lose her focus on grilling the Fianna. "Born here, huh? So who were your parents?"
Flint listens, intently, but other than that not interrupting.
Kitty pads across to the table, quietly lifts Nik's coffee, and places a coaster under it. Not a word spoken as she does so, the cub seemingly content to tidy up behind people. She soon returns to Lefty's side though, smiling reassuringly to her. Apparently being knocked over was all in good fun. No frownies required. She finally claims her own coffee and hops up onto a counter, swinging her legs happily.
Nik squints at Kitty, giving her a dramatically offended look as she coasters his beverage. The Ragabash decides he doesn't need a coaster, however, and leans back with mug in hand to drink. So nyah. "Haven't seen much of the Fianna about," he admits to no one in particular.
Caorthann plainly chooses his next words with care. He speaks with considerable self-possession for one so young: apologetic without cringing, sufficient confidence but not too much. "I'm sorry, ma'am. From what I've found out already, it will probably be better if I don't say any more, until I've been able to find out more from the person I was speaking to yesterday."
Lefty's brows lift up, her entire manner shifting. She's like a cat that's suddenly spotted a bird with a broken wing. The coffee is set aside, and she stands up to get a closer look at the Fianna cliath. She in fact gets very close. "Since when is a Fianna ashamed of his parents?" she asks, circling around him.
Kitty sticks her tongue out towards Nik, entirely at ease with pulling faces at the Shadow Lord, it would seem. Which she may well live to regret, but right here and now, with Lefty here, and Jacob just outside, all is well with her world. "If you mark it, it'll be me polishing the coffee ring off," she points out cheerfully. A cheerfulness that fades, as Lefty gets on the move, and the girl pulls her legs up onto the counter, going quieter, and definitely trying out her 'fade into the background' trick again.
Flint watches this development, and his gaze ticks between Caorthann and Lefty, eventually settling observation on the other cliath, though he's simultaneously taken his coffee and backed up to give Lefty more room.
Nik's one green eye squints at Kitty somewhat ruefully, but then Lefty's development gets his attention. This time he uses the coaster, if anything to lean back in his chair and steeple his fingers. "Interesting," he murmurs with a little smile.
Caorthann keeps his eyes front. "I stand by my words, ma'am."
Lefty offers a shrug, not pulling away. She comes to a stop in front of him. "I don't understand. How can talking about your parents be an issue? Unless, you're not who you say you are?" She looks around the room, "Anyone know Sense Wyrm?" The Gnawer doesn't actually seem too concerned about Wyrm taint, right now. The words are, no doubt, designed to get a rise out of the Fianna.
Flint's attention ticks between Caorthann and Lefty again, and the young galliard shakes his head. "Nope, sorry Lefty-rhya," he offers.
Kitty swallows, but wraps her fingers more tightly around her coffee mug, staring steadfastly at it. The cub obviously doesn't know any Gifts, so she knows Lefty's question isn't aimed at her. No, she definitely just wants to put a paper bag over her head. There's even some left around, from Laila's unloading. But that might draw attention. And the cub definitely doesn't seem to want that.
Nik raises his brows, but doesn't offer up any knowledge directly. "The boy wants to wait for a lawyer," he observes to Lefty. "Smart kid. Unless he truly is tainted. Then perhaps not so smart being here." The Ragabash looks comfortable despite the rising tension, perhaps even a little amused.
"Mouse checked me, ma'am." The Fianna gives Lefty an almost-direct look, the sort that walks the line between human direct honesty and Garou challenge, his head turned a little aside. "You can contact the Sept of the Fens to ask about me if you like. I will answer your question when I can speak with honor and wisdom, and not before."
That brings an oddly wide grin from the Gnawer ragabash. "Honor and wisdom, huh?" she says, chuckling under her breath a little. "Ok. Fine. And, uh, who is it you're waiting to hear back from?" she asks. "Or is that a secret, too?"
Flint takes a sip of his coffee as he continues to watch this, and his attention then turns to Kitty, reaching over to set a hand on her knee momentarily and reassuringly.
Kitty has apparently found the secret of eternal life in her coffee. Or something of equal import, judging by the fascination that she shows in watching the surface. She jumps slightly at Flint's touch, but then smiles towards him. "You… err… need more?" she offers, gesturing to his mug. Nice, safe subjects are shiny, clearly.
Nik tilts his head a little at Caor's reply, perhaps impressed. Hard to say what his expression is, as he hides it behind a sip from his mug.
"Lefty-rhya." Oh, the Fianna's been taking lessons from the military. The answer is Sergeant-to-officer perfect. It might as well have been another 'ma'am'. It somehow also manages to lack any sense of defiance, to be a respectful apology that nevertheless yields nothing.
Flint pats Kitty's knee and shakes his head, but he does set his coffee cup on the counter and pace over to where he can more easily watch both Caorthann and Lefty, thumbs hooked casually in his pockets.
The answer seems to confuse the Gnawer ragabash. She takes a step back, tilting her head and studying him some more. "You're waiting on me?" she asks. The kid's cool as a cucumber demeanor seems to impress her as much as it does the Shadow Lord, as well. It keeps Lefty from pressing harder, perhaps.
Kitty smiles towards Flint, managing to sit up a little and looks slightly less like a frog that's been kicked in the teeth. Do frogs even have teeth? Another of life's interesting questions. The teenager could be pondering that, even, from the frown lines that are developing on her brow, extremely thoughtful as she watches the interaction, taking a deep breath of relief as Lefty lets Caor have some space.
"I've given you all the answer I feel I can, in honor, give you, ma'am," the Fianna answers, still holding that self-possesed air about himself, though the first signs are there that yes, he is an Ahroun and still a young one: the subtle hint, recognisable to experienced Garou, that he is having to keep a tighter rein on his Rage.
Talking about keeping tighter reins on things, here is Laila! The kinswoman returns maybe half an hour after she'd left, a somewhat concerned expression on her face. People in here get vague waves as she heads for the kitchen, clearly searching for something she'd left behind, perhaps in a grocery bag.
Lefty gets distracted by the arrival of the pretty, Shadow Lord kin. She remains vaguely confused by the young ahroun, but, given his stubborn answers, she decides she's had enough fun for today. "Well, if you figure out who you need to talk to, and it is me, Kitty can tell you where I am." She turns away from him, back to her food.
The Glass Walker hooks his thumbs into his pockets a little further, and moves towards the back door that he'd come in from. "If. If it." The galliard takes a deep breath. "I'd best be going, I'll catch everyone later? Lefty-rhya, Kitty." There's a pause, and Flint looks to Lefty. "Any progress?" he asks, lingering at the doorframe, tone not quite edging towards hopeful.
Nik doesn't seem to mind being left out of the conversation. The sidelines are always the best place to watch Garou from, anyway. Laila's re-emergence brings a chuckle. "Coffee?" He offers the woman good-naturedly.
Kitty is settled on the counter top, coffee mug wrapped tightly in her hands, so tightly, in fact, that her knuckles are white. Other than that, and the frowns on her face, she could be completely chilled out. She cheers up visibly though, as the current conversation ends—being ignored in favour of the lovely kin seems not only accepted, but expected, and she grins towards the woman, before she slides down from the counter, padding back to Lefty's side, and reaching out a hand to rest on the Gnawer's arm lightly.
Pause. Blink. Laila's head turns, dark eyes fixing on Nik. Is she going to say she'd rather drink snaik venom? Would rather he stuck it somewhere unmentionable? Perhaps suggest he goes somewhere hot and brimstone-y? All of this seems possible given her expression, but after a long moment she simply responds with, "Please. Black, no sugar." The response surprises her, it seems, but then she's back to looking for her whateveritis she left behind, crouching and beginning to go through cupboards as if it's been put away.
Lefty reacts with a smile and a wink to Kitty, but again her attention is quickly pulled to the mercurial kin. "Lost something?" she asks, casually.
Flint watches all attention go to Laila—his own for a moment too—and then his expression droops, but he takes a few steps over towards Lefty. "Lefty-rhya, has there. Is. Is there, any progress, o-on…?" he asks again, a little bit louder, and every bit as hopeful in the tone.
Caorthann starts to pick up laundry, very carefully, while also watching the kin.
Lefty blinks, looking back at the Walker. "Hmm? No, nothing yet." That sours the Gnawer slightly.
There's an accepting nod from Flint, though it comes with an accompanying flare of temper, and then Flint wastes little time in excusing himself from the room, though there's a smile again for Kitty before he's out the back door.