"Hey, I'd demand a at least a prenup'," interjected Katherine, looking up from her sneak peak back inside. "You go as long as I do, you build up some investments. You'd go spending it all on coke and hookers."
Granted, she was tempted to get it out, unfurl and give the thing a good crack, if only for the reaction of those around her. If it hadn't been for Rhiannon taking point, she was in the right mood to have quietly engineered some chaos.
"Yeah, I'm feeling... Itchy," she added in confession, looking around them like a recently domesticated tiger. "This zero murder thing's not a good fit on me." Then she turned back to Rhiannon, knowing how that sounded and scrunched her nose. "It's... It's new, man. What you even hunt down normally, anyhow? Aside from folks like me, I mean. Does the government pay you for fucking up werewolves or something?"