Internally, Celty heaved an exasperated sigh. No, she couldn't blame him for panicking. She absolutely hated taking the hits for it though, but falling off a moving horse would be worse for him. Until she got a fair enough distance from the felines, she'd just have to endure it.

If she could just tell him that she was a friend, this wouldn't be a problem. She'd learned the hard way from the last storm that it left her without her normal means of communication. At least she was prepared- both with a real motorcycle suit and a pad of paper and a pen. No powers would have made her clothing situation awkward otherwise.