Boy, have I got a story to tell you! [Joey, anyone at Elysium!]

[Samael]

It is providence, perhaps, that this is the night that Kali decides to stop by the Elysium. She's checked in a couple times before of course, made appearances. She claims membership within the organization, after alll...and yes, we acknowledge that this is strange for a child of Ravnos, but that's not the point. Actually, perhaps it is the point. The tribe that is nicknamed Deceivers and Gypsies (the former is typically quite accurate, the latter also true but with less frequency) is usually viewed with such suspicion that it behooves any member of both the clan and the Camarilla to show up with semi-regularity so that people don't have an excuse to wonder if it wasn't all an act that has been thrown aside like a Halloween mask. That's why it isn't entirely unusual for the dusky-skinned woman (relatively dusky-skinned anyway; she is dead, after all) to be seen at the place.

And that's how it is tonight. Kali has taken time away from her business of peddling chemicals to the kine in order to show up at Richthofen Castle. She's always as sociable as people allow her to be; it is one thing to be of the low clans within the Camarilla but another to be a member of a clan that does not as a whole claim membership in the Sect. Kali takes whatever snubs she might get in stride and never seems bothered by them; she has more important things to worry about then how far down one's nose it takes to look at her, unless there is an active threat in those imperious stares. Even those, she disarms with a smirk and (if appropriate and not getting her ass in trouble), a sharp-tongued comment.

It so happens that tonight, she's more interested in information before she addresses the elephant in the room. That elephant, of course, would be the "earthquake" at the zoo...which she assumes wasn't from an actual elephant. There are rumblings of a much less physical nature that have reached her ears...rumors and speculation that could spell out bad things, for her and for everyone. She's standing in the middle of a couple of licks talking about some other nonsense about territory and such when she sees Cat come in and hears her mention the zoo.

Jack calls it fortunate overhearing. Others call it eavesdropping. Kali, for her part, calls it "taking the pulse of the city." The irony is not lost on her, and is likely why she chose it as her synonym du jour for spying. She tunes out the prattling flying past her ear and focuses on Cat's tale, a delicate brow raising. Mouths and animals losing their shit and more. She frowns deeply, though it's a quick and instinctive reaction before she banishes it away.

This is not good.

Kali waits until Cat has stepped away from Rasmussen's presence and gone over to speak with Jack before she approaches. (The other two Kindred don't get the courtesy of an "excuse me" and probably don't care.) The Ravnos is in her usual style of dress, which means she's rocking a black and red corset and jeans with knee-high boots and a leather jacket. (Hey, corsets lose a lot in discomfort when you don't actually have to breathe.) She doesn't offer wiggly fingers, but she does give the Malkavian (and the Nosferatu she's approaching) a grin of greeting as she steps into their vicinity.

"Quite a story." It counts as a 'hello,' the words of course said to Cat. There's nothing suggesting she doesn't believe it, though her general (and usually-present) amused stance could conceivably be interpreted as such. "Are the gorillas okay?"

That second sentence, at least, sounds sincere. Cat expressed that she liked the gorillas, and Kali wants to know whether the other's favorite primates made it through okay.