To be quietly concealed, to hide inside one's shell.  This had been her refuge  But in time, there were those who wanted her to come on out and join the world, and so she started to step away and start to develop again.  If only they hadn't come, she might have come to terms with herself much sooner, but as things went, the process towards self-recovery was slow and inhibited by loss and the necessity for survival.  The shell grew more and more enticing, with every passing examination or calculation to get lost in.  Even then, she hadn't wanted to fade back into nothingness, to ignore the world.  She wanted some stable ground beneath her feet, something the Titans couldn't take away, something her own fear and escapism couldn't force her to hide from.

This could be it, or this could be the start of it.  She didn't know, but she was compelled to find out.

Sara appeared to have an idea on where to go, already, and asked if she'd follow.  Even as Katherine nodded, though, a mental note prodded her rather fiercely.  She had to take care of her own responsibilities first.  No, she needed this, her peace of mind.  But her work was important too!  The other woman began to lead and her own sudden conflict caused her eyes to dart around until...well...until someone passing by felt a hand grip them by the shoulder and pull him over to whisper, under no uncertain terms, that the barrel she had by her seat there were provisions for the elites and Commander Zoe, and that they needed to be ready to go on a wagon being prepared for the morning departure.

Basically, she elected to delegate the responsibility.

He seemed to move quickly enough, and with that the conflict in her head died and she quickly caught up to Sara as she left the mess hall.  The light-haired woman led them both to an extended ladder heeading to a roof.  These were a common thing, not just in the need for roof repair, but for situations regarding soldiers who need a way to get down in in case of ann emergency, like a failure in the ODM Gear or if the building were on fire.  It was possible, and so as a precaution, these ladders could be seen on a number of buildings.  Sara began to ascend and Kathering followed her, and took her hand for a pull on up without real question.  Perhaps if they had never shared a word or a glance or the Titans hadn't attacked, she might have hesitated, but not at this time.  The two of them now stood on the roof, basked in the moonlight.  It did nothing for the Brunette, but for Sara's white hair, it seemed to make her shine.

It occurred to her, right then, that she had never actually [i]seen[/i] a person with her hair color before.  Somehow, she had overlooked this fact, even though it had been staring her in the face.  Nobody that Kate had known from the beginning of her life until the moment she laid eyes on Sara had whiite hair.  Not people [i]or[/i] Titans.  Maybe...  Maybe she was...  Katherine began to wonder if Sara was part of a rare family line not common to the area, like Mikasa had been.  It was how Kate found herself almost staring at the way she looked in the moonlight, and her mouth acted before her brain had the time to weigh in, not knowing that this might be a loaded question.

[color=f7941d]"Sara...where are you from?"[/color]