[Grateful beyond belief she had taken a calm inventory of everything in the home before this happened so she knew where to run, Katherine McBride is nevertheless feeling a bit dizzy after she pulls the convenient camping axe from the salesman's body, absolutely splattered in gore. It feels like most of her strength left her now, but she really turned the tables on him in the end. After he chased her all the way there with her initial stab injury. She huffs and puffs, a bundle of nerves, pain and berserk rage. Then, like night and day, her new "daughter" comes over serenely to lick the knife. What. The. Fuck. Katherine's hands begin to shake against the handle. Her voice comes out in a whisper.]
Are you... kidding me?
[Her behavior is clearly suspicious. When they first met, Katherine believed they would both get along well since they both seemed to have calm, polite personalities. But now, she has to seriously question the behavior of the girl who sat idly by until she got the chance to get the weapon, who let the stranger inside to begin with. Her grip tightens.]
Put that away now, please. [Somehow the please is the coldest sounding part. Katherine glares, actively struggling against the urge to scream at her.]
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[Grateful beyond belief she had taken a calm inventory of everything in the home before this happened so she knew where to run, Katherine McBride is nevertheless feeling a bit dizzy after she pulls the convenient camping axe from the salesman's body, absolutely splattered in gore. It feels like most of her strength left her now, but she really turned the tables on him in the end. After he chased her all the way there with her initial stab injury. She huffs and puffs, a bundle of nerves, pain and berserk rage. Then, like night and day, her new "daughter" comes over serenely to lick the knife. What. The. Fuck. Katherine's hands begin to shake against the handle. Her voice comes out in a whisper.]
Are you... kidding me?
[Her behavior is clearly suspicious. When they first met, Katherine believed they would both get along well since they both seemed to have calm, polite personalities. But now, she has to seriously question the behavior of the girl who sat idly by until she got the chance to get the weapon, who let the stranger inside to begin with. Her grip tightens.]
Put that away now, please. [Somehow the please is the coldest sounding part. Katherine glares, actively struggling against the urge to scream at her.]