Kat's fingers paused in flipping the coin when she saw Ehluria's weird response. Scrunching her eyebrows a bit in confusion, she watched as Ehluria excused herself and practically ran to the bar. She was about to open her mouth and question the other woman when Vidic spoke up. So, he was a mage, eh? Kat still didn't trust him. The air around him was deadly and there was no life in his eyes. If nothing else, she figured, he'd probably be a useful companion in a fight. 

The blond elf that had been silent throughout Ernst's and Kat's… exchange finally brought it upon himself to speak up. Cracking a smile at the good [i]captain[/i] (apparently) she responded, "Probably won't have to wait long for round two." Gods knew if beggar boy tried to start something with her again, she'd be too happy to work him up. 

Then the wolf…thing… spoke, and Kat's attention was pulled towards it. Her question caught her off-guard, though it was an obvious one to ask. What did she plan on doing with the supposed riches they would find? If they even made it that far, which Kat still wasn't betting on. But simply put, Kat didn't care much for money. And she sure didn't give a crap about glory. She had Hel, and they could take care of themselves. Or rather, [i]he[/i] could take care of them. But it was with a heavy gnawing in her stomach that she remembered the one truth she'd learned in life: loss is inevitable. Whatever good thing she had with Hel couldn't last forever, and some day Hel would leave her, too. 

But if she didn't prepare for it, maybe that day would never come. 

It was fool's logic, she knew, but the other option hurt too much to think about. It was this that caused her to reply, "Don't know, don't care. Money's not my thing."