Now that was an interesting piece of information Maryanne had just provided her with. Their own personal history put aside, it was intriguing. Katherine had yet to make up her mind about the accusation of rape that was on the table. It did leave a bitter taste but Maryanne was a person quick to judge and jump to conclusions. Something Katherine was not when matters did not lay close to her heart. Nevertheless, stupidity was not on her agenda today and so the sceptre was firmly clasped in her hands; the mind stones powers were drawn to shield herself from any attack on her will. Her eyes sparkled an intense blue.
A short teleportation later, she stood in his apartment and knocked on the door from the inside. "Knock, knock, little god," she drawled. "Got yourself into a bit of a pickle I see..."