It was hard watching the woman finally notice her appearance, immediately attempting to scrub off the dried blood from her hands in silence - though Katherine was sure her mind was reeling with justifications. She made sure to turn her head away to give privacy as Jessica staggered to the other wall and heaved up what words could not express. The gagging seemed so out of place in the auto shop, having nothing to do with a stomach virus or a bad night of drinking. Only when she heard the other begin speaking again did Kat pull herself from her reverie, tearing her distant gaze from the large tire jack resting a few feet from her.

The stink of the vomit quickly permeated the air within the room and Kat couldn't help but furrow her brows and crinkle her nose at the stench, though she knew it was rude to do so. It must have been embarrassing enough for the female without her making faces. And so she lowered her head slightly, watching her hands on her lap instead as she listened to Jessica's story. Having taken off her helmet, she revealed a head of brunette hair, tied back in a messy ponytail that fell down over the sides of her face. A frown tugged her mouth downwards; Jess's sentences seemed to be punctuated by the screams and occasional honking from outside of their little haven, which made the messenger shift uncomfortably in her seat. 

Would she be next to have to stick a blade in an infected's head? A [b]person's[/b] head? Would she even be able to do it? Jess had said she hadn't meant to, and Katherine was sure that that would be the case for her, as well. She had gotten into bar fights before and knew how to trust her instincts - but to kill someone? Or something? Whatever the hell their new predators were? [i]Yes. You can survive.[/i] It wasn't exactly a soothing thought, but she resolved not to think about the choice until the situation presented itself.

A glance at her companion after a moment of this inner conflict confirmed that it wasn't rude to ignore each other for a few moments. She couldn't deny that her mind was being quickly clouded by other, more pressing concerns as her thoughts strayed beyond the walls of the shop. Her mind kept prattling off names like a list as she swung the messenger bag from around her body and dropped it onto her lap, pulling back the zipper so that she too could fish her cell phone out of its depths.

[indent][i]Mom
Dad
Phoebe
James
Marcy[/indent][/i]

One by one she gave them a call, giving her head a slight shake every time she got a machine instead of an actual voice. After she'd finished the round, she looked up to find that Jessica had come over to where she sat and was speaking, though Kat barely heard what she was saying. There was a small bubble of panic laying still in the pit of her stomach now, having gotten no luck getting through to any of them. She was staring at the screen of her phone, as if willing the others to ring her back. But she did catch the important things: weapon, transportation, and a place outside of the city. 

In the end, she decided that her willpower wasn't going to be enough to get her phone to go off, and returned the cellular back into her back, a little more roughly than she'd intended. She zipped the bag and stood up as well, the frown still perched on her lips as she looked around the space to find herself a defensive tool. In silence, she padded over to the a corner of the room where she picked up a metal crowbar, testing its weight thoughtfully in her hands before turning around to face Jessica and finally deciding to speak. "I'll use this," she stated unnecessarily, but it was mostly to herself anyway. "No, we can't use cars. The streets are a maze of them right now, there'd be no way we could maneuver through. But headquarters isn't too far from here... There are bikes we can use if we can make it there." She paused then and cocked her brow slightly at her companion, as if wordlessly asking if she were up to that. Bikes weren't really the ideal for the occasion, she knew, but it would be much easier to outrun those things on some sort of wheels than on foot.