"Tch." [i]Damn right the brat should keep to herself.[/i]

Now Kat was just a bundle of aggravation and nerves with no way to relieve it all. Suddenly, she grabbed a knife from her belt, and her arm shot forward, knife flying through the air. The blade embedded itself several inches deep into the adjacent tavern wall. She doubted Bernard would be pleased, but she was too caught up in her own emotions to care at the moment. Besides, Bernie was [i]never[/i] pleased – not that Kat could tell, at least. 

Hel started a bit when Kat took out her aggravations on the wall, and looked back at her. With no more threats to deal with, he turned his full attention back to her, nudging her leg with a paw and resting his large head on her lap, making small noises in the back of his throat. Kat ran a hand over her face and heaved a sigh.

"Yeah, I know," she said in a low voice. This was ridiculous. She shouldn't have been this worked up. She gave him a pat on the head and then pulled a small copper coin out of her pocket. Still buzzing with energy, she balanced the coin on the back of her first finger and began turning it over from one finger to the next, back and forth.