"Now's not the time to teach you proper gun handling, Neko-chan," Kaz says, still brandishing the gun and casing the place, checking for exits and hiding places, even pressing himself up against the wall by the window before peering out.

Satisfied that there are no traps to spring, nor hidden means of egress, Kaz joins Nekomata at the desk.

If he were pressed to say something nice about Dr. Hill, he certainly has excellent, expensive taste in decor. He flicks out a set of claws and runs them along the flawless hardwood tabletop. If he's frustrated by the dead end, this would certainly be a clue.

"Locked? I've got it." He cocks the pistol and fires at the hardware. At this point he doesn't even care about the neighboring businesses. He's trapped in a goddamned cat demon body.