Katherine turned her head as the redheaded woman addressed her comment about Hell. Well, she was at least on the right track of thought, wasn't she? Not Hell, and it was the guy in the tack clothes' fault. She couldn't deny, she was a little smug at being right, here.
"You know him?" she asked curiously, but she wasn't even sure the woman heard her because she strode off to confront the guy that was, apparently, at the center of whatever was happening right now.