Kat thought about Matthew's proposition, still biting the nail of her thumb.
"Nah, I think I'll check out the tattoo parlor for right now" She said, turning and heading towards said parlor. The gunshots were increasing in amount and volume. She could even hear screaming and chanting floating up the vents. She was really rather worried now, but she hoped that visiting the parlor would at least take her mind of things. The parlor was very close to the atrium, and looked like it hadn't been used in decades. There was dust everywhere, and the equipment was practically rusted to the table it sat on. Kat sighed, she pulled a broom out of a closet nearby and began cleaning up. She could still hear the gunshots, but at least she had something to keep her occupied. The room wasn't exactly spacious, with just a stool and a dentist chair in the centre of the room along with a table against the wall near the back. The broom closet was embedded into the wall and only really had the broom and a few other small cleaning supplies in there. As a result of the small space, the room was rather warm, and the dust wasn't exactly helping. Kat took off her leather jacket and laid it down on the now 'clean' table. She rolled her jumpsuits sleeves up to her elbows and zipped it down slightly to reveal the top of her tank top. She wiped her brow with her sleeve. In all fairness, a leather jacket in an area like the vault wasn't the greatest idea because of the enclosed space. But an extremely small space like this was just too much heat for something like that.