It wasn't that she didn't think, it was more that Kathy thought the regular amount of human activity level before going with emotions all the way. It would be the trouble of her. Had lead to her death in another life, but that was no matter now. And not really a thought the fourteen year old was concentrating on as she walked sulkily down the street. It wasn't as if she'd intended to stay out this late. The city was a large one and after walking to the park, she'd walked aimlessly and had gotten lost in her thoughts and her emotions. And had managed to get lost again. However, she was learning how to figure out the maps on the PDA. She would find her way back before it was too late.
At the moment walking was fine. She was upset. Which made sense, irritated more likely, but upset worked. She refused to cry about it. She'd known this would happen. Yet she'd taken the risk for the moment and it was worth it, and she wasn't going to ruin the moments with regrets. Her time spent with younger Wesley had been absolutely glorious, lovely. Fun. Exciting. New. And she missed him. And as she predicted she'd automatically gone back to yearning from afar of the elder Wesley. Not managing to to quite screw up her courage to comment on his return post. Because she'd been struck with the fact. She was all alone in this place. Liam was gone. And she'd searched. Loosing her brother once, she wasn't inclined to lose him again. Yet couldn't find him. Doyle and Cordelia were also gone. And this Christopher? Was a female, a Perry Christina. She wasn't the one she'd come to know, to come to know she could rely on. So essentially she was completely alone and that scared her. She had never been alone before. It always been father and mother and friends and people at Church, the servants. And Liam, Liam for all her life. She'd never been far from her brother, until the moment their father had cast him out. Kathy had never been without someone guarding her. And she'd been the obediant child. Never straying far or running off when her father had forbidden it.
She didn't know quite what to do with herself. But tears weren't going to help any, so she wiped them from her cheeks. She'd figure things out. She knew how to defend herself from vampires with holy water, how to make a stake, and how not to burn water on a stove. She really would find a way to figure things out.