"I don't mean there," she said, rolling her eyes. It was a bad habit to get into, if oddly comfortable around Marco anymore. "Not that you can anyway. Do you know how hard it is to track down a cat that doesn't want to be found? Imagine that, only with dozens of fast, clawed animals darting every direction except the one you want them to go in."

Something he might find synonymous to anything he wanted, since she was angling off toward the petting area as she spoke.

"Pirates never fought ninjas," she tossed back over her shoulder. "I looked it up. Movies aren't real, Marco."

If she was smiling (amused, more than a little, and teasing) as she looked back in front of herself, she wasn't going to say.