Karn's ear flicked in minor amusement at Monica before throwing a smirk at Wylde and gave a shrug. [b]"Always time to win a maiden's heart."[/b] she chuckled before sitting down and returning to fiddling with the wiring. Soon enough though, her nose twitched at the smell of food and the sweet scent of milk. Emerald gaze glancing to the Qu, the feline eyed the the glass of milk before glancing at her hands absently at the mention at how dirty they were. Indeed, she currently wasn't in the most clean position. Her gloved hands had black stains all over, as well as some dirt across her left cheek, arms, chest and a bit on her thighs.

[b]"Geez still the dirty tomcat! Better give yourself a tongue bath you scurvy stray!"[/b] Blank came in, sporting his usual attire which was barely anything but the cloth that covered his hips, his boots, a belt around the hips and one strung across the torso from the shoulder, and gloves. As well as his belt headband that was around his eyes. Patched up skin scars on his bare chest. The auburn haired man wrapped his left arm around Karn's head in a head lock and rolled his right hand up into a fist and vigorously rubbed his knuckles against her head in a noogie.

The blonde didn't say anything and hardly reacted, besides the obvious feline appendages that always betrayed her mood. Her ears slightly curving back, fluffy tail fluffing up and bristling as the end arched. Before her hands snapped up, gripping Blank by the right arm and flipped him land flat on his back. Giving a brief grunt at the fall, Blank quickly recovered and moved to stand and make a grab at her, but Karn moved her body left while her tail wrapped around his ankle and pulled. Causing her comrade to fall flat on his face.

With a smirk, Karn stood up with a smug grin. Winking a little bit and shrugging. [b]"Awe come off it Mr. Underpants. Or the cat will get your tongue. And you need to get ready for the show."[/b] she replied before rubbing walking over to a barrel with water and promptly washing her face and hands. Giving a snort of distasteful discomfort before shaking her head to rid of droplets water. Soon returning to grab the glass of milk with her left hand and promptly raise it over her head, the rim of the glass pressing against her lips. Right hand resting on her hip as she basically chugged in with little to none grace.