The cat stood at Jennifer's approach. It stared at her, yet seemed simply to anticipate the food that Jennifer provided. Angela, the Kindred prisoner, was sitting with her back to the viewing window. She did not appear to be agitated or aware of anything unusual. She gave Jennifer a look of wary concern.
"Cristina and Marcellus taken." The woman whispered. Her eyes were cast downward, yet looking at Alessandra's claws.