Bet your Bottom Dollar [Verdada, Catherine]

Verdada reached up and promptly removed the woman's hands from her shoulder, that smile fading slightly as Catherine seemed to ultimately miss what it was she was getting at. That was fine. Who knew, maybe Verdada was simply off her rocker. But her gut feeling didn't fade. She could logic it away all she wanted. It was true, every living thing had survival instincts. But well. Not every living being was willing to drag a sentient monster into a lab and watch it suffer with baited breath and pen and paper. Nor somehow trusted an apparently insane old man that somehow if she did as he asked, the metaphorical bomb in her chest wouldn't just go off and kill her anyway. No, it was far more natural for Catherine to simply fall into these habits.

But it was hard;ly Verdada's job to make her see that.

"We'll certainly find out now won't we? You said.... the end of the year?" She reached out, and tapped the scar over the woman's heart. "You'll either succeed, and presumably still be alive. Or... you'll fail. And be dead. either way, we'll get to see what sort of creature you really are."' She stated simply before promptly dropping a handful of money into Catherine's palm.

"If you'll excuse me, I have a subject to look after." She stated, walking past the woman to where Howie had been stored.