"I leave the actual stealth work to other people," Kaz says distractedly, his focus divided by the sudden change of tone in the room.

She is not going to use his body for this. He presses the gun into her free hand as he shoulders his body out of harm's way.

The reptilian motion is seriously pinging those feline instincts -- instincts that are more than happy to switch into auto pilot. He pounces in a blur of motion, sinking his claws into the snake.