Decisions decisions. At the very least, the two of them had gone in separate directions, which was a positive development for trying to make sure that they kept their distance from its thwapping paws. The suspense was thick enough that you would have to cut it with a knife. However, as the bus was trundling up, there was still some distance.

Looking to the left and right, the cat had on the one hand Chloe, was trying to move around as much as possible to keep its attention, and Aradia, who was moving more slowly and clumsily. Motion, or easy, motion or easy. It yowled and made its choice, whapping its paw at Aradia and starting to stalk towards her, the pillar of the bench serving as protection at first.

Chloe squeaked and pulled out her knife, trying to take a pot-shot at somebody's tail while shouting "Keep your distance! I will try to distract it!"