[color=9966CC]"Well, maybe not [i]all[/i] of it, I haven't read your versions in length."[/color] Kat muttered with a dismissive wave of her hand. Hearing Victor broadcasting the meal of the day, she fixed him with a quick glare before directing her attention to Fury. Though when he began talking to them as if they were children she rolled her eyes. She didn't like being patronised at the best of times, and certainly not from someone like him. 

Very soon however, that was the least of her problems. She turned quickly at the sound, poised to fight. It was always her first response now; inconvenient at times but it kept her alive. Seeing it was a threat she quickly changed her clothes, not into something quite so ostentatious as before but instead formfitting and dark. Before she could do anything however Finnigan had dove infront of her, despite the fuss he'd made he'd quickly forgotten the 'god' thing. Forming a quick shield in front of them both she waited for the initial attack to subside. [color=9966CC]"I think I'll survive."[/color] She said, not caring to veil the sarcasm, and then broke off and dove in herself.

She didn't fight with strength, she wasn't strong, not in her eyes. She twisted and ducked and turned, light on her feet, constantly circling. But she was no less destructive. There was no hesitation in her movements just absolute certainty in herself and her body.