[b] “Agh... I want to kill whomever had the brightest idea to play this thing so early in the morning...”[/b] Catherine groaned as she slowly rose up to a sitting position from her improvised bed. She was still back at the garage. She moved there to sleep in peace and quiet, away from anyone. That said she didn't expect a bloody classical music first thing in the morning via the intercom of this place.

 [b]“At least I can move better now...”[/b] She mumbled as she stood up and walked to the nearby vehicle to check herself in the reflection on the windows.[b]” Bloody warp... make up won't fix this...”[/b] Was the reaction to her own image reflected there. She looked so trashed it was not even funny. The time she nearly died from battling the dark elder wych left her in better state. Granted her body was all mostly healed now, but the dirt and dried blood covering her were another matter all together.

 With slightly stiff movement she walked to the nearest restroom, making sure to avoid meeting anyone. Once alone in there she quickly took off her torn up and dirty top so she can wash up at least. Once all the grime was gone from her skin, she almost looked like an entirely different person! Without much choice she put her torn up top back on before moving out in search of the source of all this noise..

[b] “I swear this... is worse than torture...”[/b] Cath said holding her head as she  entered the living room of the first floor only to meet the sisters of battle, the crazy psycho Adrianne and Stukov. Well not that she had much rights in this group or whatever, but considering what she ahd gone through because of her orders, this almost seemed like rubbing salt in the wound.