The slayer rolled her shoulders looking out over the view which was displayed in the night. The view was questionable though the tough girl found a certain morbid beauty in wondering what would happen if her corpse hit the jagged rocks presented in front of her. There had been two hunts tonight, neither one ending how she really wished it would, but both having their own interesting story. Another drag was taken off of the cigg as eyes continued to wonder the view. What would happen if something hit those rocks? Which bones would break first? How many internal organs would be scrambled on that kind of fall? Could someone live after something like that or would they be impaled?
Ears picked up at the noise of something drawing closer and her head slowly, almost in a smooth mechanical motion to take in the form of the watcher. The question caused muscles to tense uncomfortably, the fuck was Katherine asking for that for? Eyes locked on the other woman, almost steely as her jaw shifted. Turning to half face the watcher eyes remained hard. Katherine had to know she was fucking faggot didn’t she? Had this all been a test to prove her point? But… Wasn’t Katherine one too…? Her free hand clenched into a fist slowly, readying to knock the watcher half way to fucking kingdom come. “The fuck you trying to say?” The slayer growled before much more thought could be given to the topic as eyes glared at the woman before her.