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     Katya lingered outside of the tavern for a moment as her companions went in, taking one last drag on her cigarillo. She glanced around the small village while she was there, the tavern seemed to be the only spot with life in the whole place, its light and the song from within a stark contrast to the deathly air and gloom outside. It was odd of course, but there were perhaps worse places. Once finished with her smoke she dropped the cigarillo to her feet and stamped it out before turning to head through the tavern door.

     She came in just in time to hear Vivian ask to stay with Kesh for the night. As she came up to the bar net to her friends she made an exaggerated gasp [color=ed1c24]“You two would share a warm bed together and leave me all alone, I’m hurt Viv”[/color] she threw a mock hurt expression in Vivian’s direction and put a hand over her heart. She dropped the facade with a chuckle not a moment later. She of course knew about the relationship between the two, how the gunsmith viewed the older man as a father figure because of her tragic past. Though even if she’s more attached to the man Katya liked to think of her as one of her best friends, even if their relationship would remain one of gunsmith and gunslinger. She liked Kesh well enough too, but if he let anything happen to her gunmaker she’d make him wish he was the one that got sacrificed.

     When the innkeep was caught giving Vivian an disapproving stare she beat a fist on the bartop, only hard enough to draw the innkeep’s attention. Much like her gun-making friend Katya didn’t really wear the most ‘womanly’ of attire but her height, the rifle on her back, and the blades on her hip kept most from giving her odd look, openly at least. She wasn’t about to let someone bother her friend though, and once she had the innkeeper’s attention she fixed him with a stern glare and simply said [color=ed1c24]“Make my drink something strong”[/color] of course the real message would get across even if she didn’t know the language. She kept up her little standoff with the man until he set about to get them what they asked for, casting a little smirk at Vivian as the man let them be.