Without another word, Jane walked over to the spilled fruit bowl in the room. White on the inside, kinda like white chocolate. She picked up an apple, and weighed it in her hands. A decent weight. Scanning the room, she picked a target. It only took a moment, as she found her eyes laying on the man with the cat. It must be the cat's owner. He was looking right at her. Jane grimaced, then chucked the apple at his head, and watched it fly, smashing into pieces when it hit his target. With that being done, she quickly launched herself across the room towards the man. It's fighting time!