Brenda puts on her sturdiest clothes and her big soft jacket and the backpack with all her camping gear and food and books, and sets the camcorder her mom used to make home movies with recording on top of the letter on top of her desk, and tells Alpina to send them somewhere in the multiverse.
"I don't think so? I was chosen by Bast as her priestess. I haven't met another one like me, other than the woman who trained me."
"How much of this stuff is common knowledge? Does Van Heuvelen think Bast doesn't exist, or that she doesn't care about the scrolls, or what?"
"Most humans don't know about the supernatural. I think Van Heuvelen doesn't believe in her."
"What sort of things would be likely to go wrong if someone attempted to be supernatural or talk about supernatural things in public as if it wasn't a secret?"
"Wow, that's really fucked up!" She's probably immune to it, though, right? It really sounds like the sort of thing Iron Will would make her immune to. If she can be upset but not traumatized she should be able to be weirded out but not driven mad. She hopes. "Very sensible reason for hiding stuff, though."
"I don't know if the humans hide it or not. They mostly don't know. We cats are simply too sensible to look at subjects that are of no benefit."
Isn't there a proverb about cats and curiosity that's racist, Brenda. "I'll keep that in mind when I talk to Van Heuvelen."