It wasn't exactly a secret that Kat was an environmentalist. She pretty much advertised that fact on a fairly regular basis. So, when Isabelle just assumed that they were taking a car, she stopped and gave her a bit of a look. "Is that really necessary? Is it really so far that we can't walk?" Kat usually biked anywhere she couldn't walk, and didn't even own a car.
Still, she followed the other woman, though reluctantly, to the parking lot. "Well, it was filthy, regardless. People should keep their rooms in better shape. I don't even know how they would have felt comfortable in such a mess." But she didn't sound really angry, just a little bit irritated. It was, after all, over now, and her rooms were clean, so there was no point getting all worked up about it.
When they arrived at the car, though, she did get a little angry. She glared at the car, which was old, and then looked at the demon. "You drive this? Older cars need more gas, you know. They're not usually as clean or environmentally friendly as newer models."
It was pretty clear, she didn't want to get into the car. She was hungry, though, and tired from a long couple of days of pretty intensive cleaning. Besides, maybe it really was too far to walk. Isabelle would know, she knew the grounds. So she finally opened the passenger side door and got in, doing up her seatbelt, and looking unhappy about the whole thing.
"Italian, then." She kept her eyes trained outside, trying to gauge this for the future. Was it within walking distance? Or, at least, easy biking distance? She'd have to consider that.