Kitty looked down at Artus, mouth slightly open as she began to come to terms with what she'd just done. It wasn't that she'd killed him-- that was nothing new-- but she was in the PARK for fuck's sake! Looking around frantically, she wiped her knife on her jeans then shoved it back in her backpack. It wasn't exactly getting rid of the murder weapon, but she didn't exactly intend to be around when they found Artus either. Kitty slid off the bench and crouched down beside him, trying to think of how she might need to clean up her tracks. She'd touched him, she'd kissed him, but she didn't think that would leave any trace, would it? But could she leave him here? It seemed horrible, and she wondered if she could get him somewhere proper. What was proper? He wasn't some homeless guy that she was going to feed to Melia... though that would get rid of him completely. This was just plain sloppy on her part and now she had to decide what to do. If she left him there, it would be on the news-- man stabbed in the park-- but no one would know it was a siren, no one but the two of them.