[i]Irina's usually pale face lit up with apparent joy as she suddenly crouched down, petting the cat that was in truth, Jack. Out of some newfound love, or hell, just because he was suddenly a cat, the Vileblood Huntress immediately lifted him up, holding Jack like a mother would hold a small child, or an infant. She looked around for a moment, now utterly confused, for she had no idea on what to do at the moment. All she knew was that she was holding a Nàzi that just turned into a cat, really.[/i]