Katina Choovanski

Ordinarily Katchoo was . . . let's just say really not favorably inclined toward unexpected visitors, but she couldn't say no to the question when she and Francine had gotten the call from Tara; she had a bit of a soft spot toward the kid, and besides that could relate well enough to what she was going through. (Also a factor for consideration: Francine wouldn't have said no, either, and Katchoo wouldn't fight her on this.)

Luckily the semester didn't start up again for another week and students were only just starting to trickle back onto campus, so things were still fairly quiet, and the coffee shop across the street from their dorm wasn't packed with the kind of crowd that usually ended up with Katchoo bellowing in a way that made the racket in there the opposite of better. No, today there were only a few writer-looking types hunched over computers at corner tables and the occasional business person wandering in and out for a latte, and no sign of Casey.

Which would not keep Katchoo from warily watching the door for any sign of overly perky aerobics instructors, once she'd found a table big enough for the three of them.

[OOC: For Francine and Tara, and of course NFB for distance.]