Ellie blinked once, schooling her face not to betray any other reaction at the highly unlikely accusation. "I think I can manage. Chicago and I have met before, haven't we, baby girl?" she said to the kitten, just a touch of baby-talk singsong coloring her tone.

Her peripheral awareness, however, was focused all on Crowley, trying to judge how long it would take him to recover enough to launch a counterattack. If she could retrieve his pet before then, everything should be fine. Yeah. Just fine. Come on, Loki, stop wibbling and just hand her over, there's a dear...