Leave it to Katherine to come up with the craziest, most-creative, and yet, the most logical ideas ever conceived. She didn’t know whether if the battle of Trost was the first time she ever used the Titan-Shredder, but then, it seemed that Bellows was performing with the same efficiency as she did in any other escapade, the Scouts have previously took part in. To Sara, anyway, it would seem that the prototype had served a great purpose in the fight, to which led to her agreement on Katherine’s plan. Cold and rough on the outside, the lieutenant may seem, but something more caring and soft on the inside. 

The white-haired woman gave the other a nod, merely to silently pass her acknowledgement that what she had was a great plan, and a great idea. If it became a major benefit for the Scouts, Miss Bellows should be recognized more-often. She didn’t know much about Kate, but when it came to her, by observational skills alone, actions spoke louder than words. Sara didn’t know what her upbringing was like, but she can only infer that it was rather rough one, which would explain her untamed outbursts, around the more verbal, physical, and emotional lengths. 

No matter how many times the lieutenant had to literally hold the troubled girl back from a fight, or anything else, that wasn’t of military conduct, she could see the two windows on the her face, which translated themselves with sadness, anger, and frustration; very little of true happiness. Perhaps Katherine was more than she seemed, on the outer shell. 

Sara didn’t even realize that she may have been looking at her for too long as she thought about this, having to finally sigh, and look down, by the time the young woman spoke up again. Rubbing both of her eyes, with a hand, and tearing her glance away, she thought about what Katherine meant. After having to wake up with no memory of her past, Sara trained extensively with her cousin, before taking on the persona, as the lieutenant of the Scout Regiment. Having to be too wrapped up on her duties, as well as finding anything clues that might connect the dots to her past, she didn’t even think they were that important. 

Okay, while this may be a very long excuse, Sara may be having a hard time making interactions that were [i]outside[/i] of her “drilled-in” professionalism. So, to call Bellows by her given name...it felt too personal. But then, she was told by the other lass that it didn’t really quite favor the latter. It wouldn’t hurt to try talking on a more casual level, right? [color=00aeef]”Okay...?”[/color], the white-haired woman seemed unsure, but she took a breath anyway. [color=00aeef]”...[i]Kate[/i]”[/color], she seemed hesitant on even saying the name itself, in a not-so-formal fashion, to which she was really used to speaking with the other soldiers. It felt odd and awkward, but then, Sara gave “casual-talk” a try.