The cats approached and stopped. Neither of them was trying to fight and Neo was clearly not trying to kill this girl right now, so they were back to being cats, perfectly normal cats... if cats were made of smoke, had glowing red eyes and were the size of a house dog.

Neopolitan took her injured hand down, reaching out and grazing the head of a cat as it passed by her, the thing rubbing up against her leg in the process. It purred but seemed bored compared to before. When she reached up, she could see the tendrils of smoke fading away, her fingers going back to normal. This bore consideration before she went further, much as she wanted to.

Ruby sticking her tongue out got an arched brow and a roll of her eyes. Neo concentrated and what looked like shards of glass started to form from the base of her feet, going up until they covered her completely. There was a green-haired girl staring at Ruby now, dressed in one of those white festival dresses everyone in town was wearing. Even on close inspection, there was no difference in the smile she now wore and the way the natives looked. She even looked taller suddenly, the illusion masking her height. Two fingers pointed at Ruby's eyes, and then back at her own right before she drew her thumb across her throat and looked like she'd laughed a little.

The message, she hoped was clear. 'Watch your back, Ruby. I could be any of these people.' And with a casual motion, she brought her umbrella up to her shoulder and made a 'hat tipping' motion where the bowler likely was before turning and starting to saunter away. Oh, she hoped that this would give the girl some serious paranoia for the next month.

Sweet dreams, Ruby.