Ugh, ugh, ugh. This is why she prefers to explore the city on the wing. When she finally reaches the other side of the street, it's all she can do to refrain from shaking herself (and therefore Andrew) off. Despite not being anywhere near as fastidious as an actual cat, she can't help but view the concrete and asphalt as being sort of dirty in a way that actual dirt can't even begin to compete with. It's just... blech. Taking dubious refuge behind a bin and a few errant garbage bags (which hardly help matters), she allows herself to give each foot a little shake - at least she can manage that much without unseating her rider.

And now for the next leg: an excruciatingly long city block with almost no cover to speak of on the actual sidewalk, from the looks of things. At least there's no shortage of parked vehicles she could use for cover in a pinch. She'll just have to keep hugging the curb, like before.

She makes it almost halfway down the block before the closeness of the two-leggers sharing the sidewalk gets to be a bit much for her liking. When one woman on a cell phone pauses her conversation long enough to give them a double-take, Daine makes an executive decision: under the parked vehicles they go. She darts beneath the front bumper of a UPS truck, then crawls under the sedan parked in front of it. She has to all but wriggle on her belly to keep Andrew from getting scraped off, but she feels a good deal safer now, and she's flexible enough that the crawling isn't as awkward or uncomfortable as it could be.