Kay nodded, glad that he half listened to them all finally as she followed him up the stairs, marvelling at the sheer amount of books he had on his shelves. She barely even noted that Serena was talking with Chas about how stubborn John was. Her fingertips traced over the spines of the books as John looked for ones he thought would be helpful before turning her attention to him when he pulled out some books. At Serena's words Chas couldn't help but chuckle in a low quiet level, "sadly yeah. He's either working until he literally passes out from exhaustion or he's lazier than a cat on a warm sunny window sill" he replied to her quietly, walking upstairs and going toward the books. The very mental image of John being a cat lazing in a sunny window was always an amusing thought to Chas, just imagining that even if he was he'd probably still find a way to wear the damn trench coat or smoke at the same time.

Kay picked up a book, her fingertips running down the leather cover slowly and tentatively like it was a priceless artefact before opening it with great respect, heading to the chair and sitting down in it, her legs pulled up and crossing as she balanced the book in her lap and began to read. If there were two things that always brought Kay joy it was books and art. To the point she always managed to nick a book from a shop to have one on the go to give her escapism from her life of survival, and a small notepad and we'll used pencil where she sketched what she saw on the streets or sometimes she sketched what she saw in her dreams. Her hair on the right side fell down the side of her face, whilst the left side remained tucked behind her ear. It didn't take her long to get engrossed in the book and reading about demons in the hopes she'll find something.