"From what I hear they've got someone much more qualified than me working on medical around here, so I think any plans of opening my own clinic might just have to be put on hold for now." She said waving off the look he gave her at the very idea of if. She could take care of basics like this, but it was a much better idea to have someone else in charge of all of this, really.
Kitty shrugged, holding out her hands, "All I'm saying is that you never know, you could go through the door with her again sometime and wind up getting stabbed too." She replied innocently, not that she wanted him to get stabbed, or anyone else for that matter, but the point remained. The doors were variable and you never could be sure what you'd find.
"Never let it be said you don't have a knack for home decor." She teased when he told her what he was planning on doing with the knife, putting it up on the wall like a trophy of the their adventure. "We could do it again sometime, if you feel brave enough." She teased, something calmer would be more her style if they could manage it, but well the doors seemed like the sort of key to all of this in some way, and if they went through enough maybe they'd find some answers. So why not try again? But then again she hadn't been the one to get stabbed.
Laughing, Kitty shook her head, "It's fine, I can handle Bobby." She didn't mind playing middle man if it meant keeping the peace between those two, and in a town this size, keeping the peace was vital.