There was little else that Katherine cared for more than her own existance. Even with her emotions turned on again, there wasn't much that outweighed her need for self-preservation. Especially not when she was faced with the very thing she had run from for so long from the very man that had started it all.
Despite the shell-shock from watching him bite down on his wrist to give her the cure, there was not a single second's hesitation from her to drink from him. There was some particularly twisted about that moment, the very one that had been out for her blood for so long being the one to save her. It was sick, really.
She wiped her mouth as she stared up at him, still wary, because if Klaus was nothing else, he would always be unpredictable and she couldn't trust his word for anything as far as she was concerned. "Is there anything else?"