Winter has come to New York, and with it, a blizzard. Ezekiel Lennox, being deterred by neither wind nor snow, has set himself to the task of clearing out the corpses from a commercial zone. He wants to put on an ice fair.
Good deed for the decade done, she decides to take a short break. Or at least, make sure the area surrounding Nick is secure.
"You were human pretty recently, why do they do silly things?"
"Many, many reasons. That guy's story sounded fake to me... But if you didn't smell him lying, I guess I can believe it."
"Didn't realize you were there. Thought it was a fake story. Thought you were weaker than the story says. Wasn't thinking."
"Yeah, because everyone would decide to tell the same story about the dread punker queen who can bend steel bars with one hand."
Nick looks at her feet for a moment, 'hmm's, and fetches a pair of ice-skates. They have decorative flame decals on the plastic case.
She pushes through her still strong loathing for footwear, and slips them on, heading out onto the ice. She's awkward and unsteady....for about a minute. Then she's gliding across the ice with unnatural grace and speed.
Quite a few people decide to record her acrobatics!
After a few minutes Nick appears with skates of his own, and seems intent on outdoing her. Faster, more spinny, whatever.
She will keep up by making it into a dance! Somehow!
"Aren't you worried about kids taking your skates?" she asks while circling around him. "Where'd you get them anyway?"
And suddenly they're both being held by the arm and escorted out of the ice rink. "That's enough, you two. You're scaring everyone. If you're going to skate, be tame about it."
Tabby squirms. "Yeah, the people with their phones out were real scared. And the humans don't have to be tame."