[b] Kate, Cages [/b]
A heavy sigh erupted from the blonde female, her hand extended from her side and gripped the metal, bringing a red color to her strangling fingers as Broby’s words continue. [i] Idiot. [/i] Her brained summed up her feelings of the man in one word as she sat up abruptly, her eyes skirting over the man as if he was already dead- she whispered to him. Instead of calling him such, she would politely try to elongate his stay here 

“Your first mistake is vocalizing your plan, so they can hear you. If you want to kill everyone here, be my guess but you [b] need [/b] a supernatural on your side. Trust me. I know, I’ve learned. Make whoever you get become fond of you, or fall in love with you. See if it is your desire, together, to rebel. Some choose to stay, and live peacefully. You need to be turned.” She shakes her head as recalled memories of Nixon flood her head. [i] Oh yeah….Where is he? [/i] Kate stares at Broby for a couple of seconds, the moments of compassion in her eyes of her memories, obsolete. “You will find your weapons in the armory, if you are lucky. Sometimes your new….companion will have them. Lay low…” She points him at a direction,”Or go that way, to the manager’s office, if you wish to meet your doom.” 

Noise from the other cages had irked the girl somewhat, having already gone through this phase. She would leave them to swallow reality, as she had a long time ago.