Kaath let walker explain the situation, as she figured the logic would probably be best if it came from someone they already knew than the 'monster' the girl saw Kaath as. [color=0076a3]"I'happens, lass..."[/color] Kaath commented to Violet's apology, gesturing from the crater in the wall to the smashed stone alter. [color=0076a3]"Oi'm not'a stone mason, tha'...so, thanks feh smashin' mah place up,"[/color] she grumbled, reaching into the fire to sweep the coals closer together, seemingly enamored with the neatness of the bed while openly flaunting her indifference towards fire.
Whatever Kaath was, were it not for their opposition to the wording, she was clearly monstrous in her own right. However, the assumptions and comparisons between herself and Keepa only sat with the beast long enough for them to perceivably...take offence.

The ambers of Kaath's eyes began to burn a deep crimson as the chittering sound from before rose once more, but with less pace and more of a cacophony of hissed psuedo-syllables. Their 'hair' riffled and flowed like grain in a breeze, losing its rigid nature from before as agitation poured from their demeanor. [color=0076a3]"Keepa..."[/color] She softly began, her voice shaky with barely clung to composure, [color=0076a3]"...sounds like..."[/color] her tone lowered with the hint of a snarl, the comparison having struck a dire nerve, though not an entirely unexpected one as she closed her eyes and deeply sighed a few breaths. [color=0076a3]"...Me."[/color] and it was at that point that a creaking rose from where her hand still rested in the flames as their fingertips had apparently horrifyingly lengthened into vicious ink-black claws.
Steam rose from their arm, the claws reverting as she idly shook her hand out and leaned back, opening her eyes once more while slowly letting out the last breath...the warm amber glow having returned.

[color=0076a3]"Pardon...the creature you know as 'Keepa'...and I...are...at odds,"[/color] Kaath carefully spoke, suppressed emotion teasing the fringes of their tone as if even saying the name she spat with the inflection was enough to ruin her day. [color=0076a3]"It...pleases me...to know...that he keeps stealing my lines..."[/color] they facetiously remarked with a sound much more akin to a typical 'chuckle, forced as it was'. It wasn't hard to note that everything from the way they spoke, down to their body language was tense and concise with mere threads serving to hold back more telling emotions than simply being 'at odds' with Keepa.

One of their eyes rolled over to stare at Ruby as they tossed the language back at Kaath. [color=0076a3]"Pleasure meet'n ya, [i]Stardust[/i]...but the next of you godless gits ta misplace yer manners'll get ya tongue torn from ya fekkin skull..."[/color] cordially, in her own way, Kaath spoke plainly, though having lost patience at this point with the women. She appreciated walker for at least [i]pretending[/i] there wasn't anything...wrong...with her. The eye turned to Kite for a moment before rejoining the other in staring into the fire. [color=0076a3]"[i]Secrets[/i]...yeh I got a few intra'dut'ry notes since none'ya'll share who holds tha string,"[/color] Kaath chirped, eyes narrowing, [color=0076a3]"Ya friends...dead...? Dunno, prolly burnt 'imself 'a mana bringin' you [i]fine folks[/i] ta my shrine."[/color] Her tone was deadpan matter-of-fact, splaying their arms wide in a 'behold' fashion to grandly gesture to the chamber. [color=0076a3]"Yeh, evreh now'n'then Kites leak through, bringin' oll mannah a [i]godless malcontents[/i] ta knock mah place over'n call me oll otha manneh'a fekkery..."[/color] She went on, briefly tilting her head and cocking a brow while clicking their tonge, [color=0076a3]"Tch...par fer tha course..."[/color]

As she made to lean back to better relax on the log with her back to the wall, she picked up one of the fish skewers and gestured to the others with it. [color=0076a3]"Dunno why they keep comin'ere. Oi'd rather they'd leave me tha fek alone..."[/color] She sighed, inspecting the skewer and picking at it with a finger to make sure the meat was flaking. [color=0076a3]"But! Tha Scab loves yer sort. Pays me well enough. Got they'own little 'buddy club' of the you-sorts tha...[i]Keepa[/i]...don' get ta, first...or tha whosa-whatsits through tha forest between 'ere and there"[/color] Kaath went on, cringing just from saying Keepa's name.
She settled on using one hand to pull their scarf forward enough to dip a bit of the fish into the obfuscation it provided, head first. With a snap and crunch, they withdrew the headless fish, even the stick having been bitten off. [color=0076a3]"Pardon once more...don't 'ave tha most [i]appetizin'[/i] a'mugs. Wouldn't wanna upset ye'human sensitivities~"[/color] Kaath chuckled before adding, [color=0076a3]"An nawh, I dunno the kinda fish. Tha stuff comes in from everywhere..."[/color]
Swallowing after a few muffled, messy-sounding crunches, she remarked, [color=0076a3]" 'Ell, these ones aren't even poisonous"[/color] before forcing yet another chuckle, not entirely having settled themselves, though trying to give the impression as though they had...likely to avoid intimidating the party any more than they may have, already.