Kat froze at his words. Her face tilted to him the slightest bit so she could see him out of the corner of her eye and she sat in deadly silence. 

"Not such a fool if I managed to walk away from this," she said with a nod to her bare shoulder, voice low. "Want to see what living without an arm's like? A rugged [i]gentleman[/i] archer like you, I'm sure it'd be nothing. I bet you won't even pass out from the pain." Her voice was precise and heavy with promises of things to come if he dared open his mouth again. 

Gods above, she couldn't wait for the idiot sitting beside her to meet Hel. She hoped he soiled himself. Or better yet, that Hel ate him.

She scoffed, and pushed herself up from the table, grabbing her bag again. "Have fun stuffing your face."