Kat stopped at his words, and eventually settled on turning around to face him again, her face a flat stare. Swinging her bag over her shoulder to free her hand, she lifted up a finger. "One, whatever reasons I had to refuse the room are my own, two, it's not that difficult to think myself above someone like you, and three, are you really questioning my decision to not break bread with someone who just called me a '[i]black, maimed fool[/i]'?" Kat shook her head, frustration leaking out of her. 

"For someone who seems to prioritize courtesy, you're pretty shit at it yourself."