“I’ll email all this to you, so you can read it when your brain is back online.” She’s only laughing a little, she swears.

 “What do you know about this guy who’s following you? Do you recognise him?”

"Thanks," She laughs, returning to flop on the couch again, third cup in hand, and then she shakes her head, "No, not at all. Pretty sure I'd remember him if I'd seen him before, too - he doesn't have a forgettable face." She considers him, "He was dressed like a spy film and moved like one too, smooth, like he knew some agility-based martial art... and he said he'd been told to interact with me as little as possible, so I doubt he was working alone." 

“He’s been following you since you got into town. Someone told him to follow you.” Cati takes a bite of her toast, crunching thoughtfully. “He might be working for your parents.”

"Huh... they might be trying to keep me out of it, you think?" She hmms quietly in thought. 

"-oh, there was-" she reaches down to her pocket, only to realize she'd changed since their last meeting, "-he dropped a note, when he was escaping last. He'd been ordered to collect a suspicious thing the mayor gave me - and to destroy the source of it." She frowns, "I'm still not sure if he meant to drop it or not."

“If he’s dedicated to his secret agent shtick, it wouldn’t be a mistaken drop.” Cati sighs, and rubs her face. “No one else knew you were coming, except the hospital, and I don’t see them sending a James Bond wannabe after you to stop you figuring out what’s going on. Whereas your folks have always been...secretive.”

"Company secrecy contracts," Erin shrugs one shoulder, "It comes with the territory. But I know what you mean." She shifts a bit on the couch, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, "Well, I'm not going to let that stop me, still. Even if it is them setting the MIB on me, they're not the only reason I want to look into what's happening here, anymore." 

“Setting MIB on you would never deter you,” Cati agreed, grinning.

Theres a soft ‘dee-ding!’ from Cati’s computer, and she twisted around to check her screen. “Right, I’ve got everything here. What’s your email?”

"Hm... send it to steadysoul@skymail.com." It's an old email, one she hasn't used in a long time. Hopefully if someone is watching her emails they won't be watching that one. 

Cati shoots off the email, and then wipes her presence off the net. “Gotta day, this is not what I imagined when I thought about you coming back here.”

"Yeah?" She pulls her legs up on the couch, curling her arms around them and holding her coffee between. Sip.

"What were you imagining? Less conspiracies, I bet."

“I didn’t think you’d come back at all, but if I had to imagine a reason why, it was usually some kind of documentary about famous Erin Newark’s hometown.”