Kate was pretty much ignoring anything that hadn't dealt with Mojo's voice or the cache of weapons they were presented with. By the time the thing had finished speaking she'd already loaded up on everything she felt was necessary. "FINALLY, something I know how to deal with." The fact that she was in another challenge with Clint was annoying, especially when he talked, but she knew he was competent, at least. The fact that he'd put trust in her in their last challenge had startled her, so she stayed quiet as he went off quite rudely to the blond woman. She needed to focus on the mission and she trusted that he'd have her back.
Last she checked, making fun of comas was in very poor taste. The vagina comment didn't help much either. Maybe they were just weird friends and she didn't know?
Kate had stacked up two stakes on her legs, some holy water strapped to her chest, an axe to her back, and in her hand she held one of the crossbows. "Now all we need is some torches and something flammable," she said digging around looking for more things. It was like she just wanted to have all the things. She carried loads of weapons all the time. This was no different. The crossbow sat differently than an actual bow and arrow.
She decided to put it back and pulled the axe off her back. "I'd kill for a sword right now." Even as she said it, she poured holy water over the blade. The entire thing from the back to the edge.
That done, she looked around at the team for the first time, really looked. "I'm the other Hawkeye," she introduced herself to the people who obviously knew each other already. The blond he was talking to wasn't familiar, but the other one was. "I believe we've met," she said with a smile to her. "Stake through heart, then beheading just to be sure. Just to be sure sure, set him on fire. Crucifixes will keep the minor vamps at bay, but Drac's more powerful. Avoid eye contact if you can, he does this mind control-y thing, works really good on women." That's why he had three wives, right? "Uhm, silver will slow him down, but not kill him. Sunlight'll take him out as well, but I don't know how much time we have between now and dawn." She had read Bram Stoker's Dracula! With the assortment, she was hoping that's what they were dealing with. "Most importantly. Don't let any of his blood get in your mouth."
That was a lot to say and she hoped the woman caught all of it. "Here's hoping he hasn't fed yet!"
Looking over, not once in her life did she ever believe she'd be so happy to see that strange collection of colors spread over a guy. "Hey, Robin," she called out amicably. "Here's hoping he doesn't turn into a bat and fly away..." She said as an afterthought. A moment later, she added, "Do we have nets?" And then, "I'm so glad I've got pants for this, but this corset's gonna kill me."