Kiara froze upon hearing Trixie's harsh words, instantly letting go of the AI. Backing away, her eyes widened at the sheer bitterness and anger present within her voice. But...did she expect anything less? Everything Trixie had said was true; she had swooped in and ruined this citizen's life. And for what exactly? Because she needed a place to crash? Being an assassin, Kiara just wasn't used to dealing with people on a social level; she was more prone to just killing them before they gave her lip. Taking a sigh, Kiara finally conceded.

"I guess you deserve some answers, huh? Well I don't know if what I say next will convince you at all. Hell, you could just leave me right now if you want too...I wouldn't be able to stop you. But something tells me you at least want an explanation for all my trouble, right?"

Back in Trixie's residence, Giltwith sighed as well, although for a completely different reason than Kiara's. Arguing among each other wouldn't really solve anything, nor would it bring the two fugitives to justice.

[i]"Is that so? If you're not, than how come that we're here, without the Catalyst and your useless little robot friend, which are now both fugitives and meant to be caught? Because the way I see it, there's obviously one person to blame for this."[/i]

"Woah, whoah now. That's alot of anger coming from that statement Miss Jackson. Let's all try to settle down from the blaming game, hmm?"

A familiar voice turned Giltwith's head towards the front door where Spencer Parker stood in the low light. Grinning, he had his hands in his pockets and a shrug in his shoulder.

"Soooo.....you wanted to tell me something?"