"No," she says sharply, and walks around to put herself between Rush and the cat, facing him - much as she wants to talk back, tell the creature if it fucking dared to do anything to him she'd - well, what could she do, really, and therein lies the problem. She resists putting her hand on Rush's shoulder, though she half-reaches for him on impulse. "Don't you fucking get yourself killed. Not on my account. Don't you dare."