[Nothing so spectacular so much as the loudest feline shriek she can muster as the ghost passes close enough and bolting from the bag, a black streak, seeing the ghost almost start as she passes through it. It's cold. Very cold. Freezing cold. Robin lands, skidding a few feet before tearing back toward Marco and climbing up under the back of his shirt where it is warm.]
Regardless of the icelets collected on her fur, her heart is hammering in her throat. That...that was fun]
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Regardless of the icelets collected on her fur, her heart is hammering in her throat. That...that was fun]