Kat looked up from her arm when the girl was finally cognizant of what was going on. She scoffed at the idea of going to medical. "It's a fucking pencil wound. They'll probably send me to psych and lock either you or me up." She shook her head and rolled her eyes when the girl started to stammer. "Just shut up," Kat muttered, ripping off part of her blood stained shirt and tying it around the arm that had been stabbed. She wasn't about to go around asking for band aids and she didn't think a band aid would cut it anyways. When she went to step forward to finally get in the lounge and relax, she slid a little on something wet and looked down. "Ah shit," she grumbled as she saw bits and pieces of exploded apple and popcorn all over the place. "Just help me clean this shit up, will you? Your fault anyways.."