>>5160929After finishing the food, you asked if she would wait for you to get ready. Despite her obvious dislike of the idea, you told her to give you ten minutes. Rushing off alone, you didn't trust her enough to bring her along. You shower and crawl into a fresh uniform, the headache mostly fading. You yawn as you step out into the familiar hanger bay, the size of the building daunting the more you picture it in your head. You second guess putting the question to Kat. The walk and ride down had been awkward. More so than usual, every chance at small talk was brushed off. You weren't sure what to say or do, but she kept pace and just having her presence there was miles more enjoyable than being alone. Just glancing over at the girl helped you feel better.
"Did anything happen while I was out?" You wanted to head over to the group linking, but Katerina swerved walking directly towards the docked Phobos. Giving chase she answers. "What makes you think I know? I'm not my cousin, I care little for the gossip and rumours of idiots…" she hissed. You hadn't guessed as much, she probably had no one else to talk to. The Prince was the only other person you had seen her with. You could understand why, she possesses a very spiky personality. She was less of a Cat and more of a Hedgehog. You agreed with your own theory and coined it as fact. Kat was a hedgehog. "You're a Hedgehog!" You announce with a smile, it dropped quickly as the realization of who you were talking to settled in.
You never had to tiptoe around anyone else. You weren't good at it. "What the fuck did you call me? I'm some kind of rodent!" The girl spits, halting to turn and face you. You look at her, but keep your pace. Hopefully creeping further and further out of the listening range of anyone nearby. Thinking fast you acted without too much thought. "Well, you're cute but covered in sharp spines so no one can get close to you." You let slip, involuntary laughing right after. Huh. Maybe you should have pondered the words over a little bit more. You were sure the quote could be misconstrued. The spiny girl blushed "What!" She increased her pace, striding after you. "What?" You reply. Increasing your own. You scream inside, the other pilot chasing you as her face turns bright red. Why does your brain work this way? Why can't you speak like a normal person? It's the alcohol.
