May 31, 2013
Three have found you.
Her gun is always in her holster. Her dagger is always stowed in her boot.
Even in a situation like this, where she’s at a small cafe, she’s ready.
Kat definitely stands out in this crowd, wearing all black, pale fingers moving the spoon that clinks along the side of her cup as she stirs her sugar into her coffee in the corner. She’s waiting for someone. Who? We may never know, but she remains wordless until someone approaches her. Setting down the spoon gently on the corner of her plate, Kat looks up at the oncoming stranger.
“Yes?” She asks, tone light so that whomever they were, if they were trying to hurt her, would underestimate her.
