Katherine was fairly smug about her situation until Myrilla put a hand on her waist... and then both.  "Hey... You're being awfully forward now aren't..." Then she was picked up.  "W-wha..."  The spun twice and liberally tossed over board after being insulted by being called a cat yet again.  Anyone that rushed to the side to watch Katherine potentially fall to her doom would hear one last bit of her words as she fell.  "I'm not a damn cat you bi--"  But she fell too far to hear to make out the last word.

The cat plummeted with her back to the ground for some seconds as she thought about the situation.  "She didn't have to get so upset at that.  She could have at least gave me a parachute.  I'm an important enough maid not to immediately dispose of after all."  With a small sigh, the Firbolg spun around so she was free falling towards the ground looking at it.  "Well, I was told I should prepare for anything if I'm leaving home like this.  Guess the old Hag was right."  

After a bit of free falling, she used magic to control the winds around her causing an updraft on herself, slowly increasing it's strength so she wouldn't just squash herself like a pancake.  Slowly, her descending speed was lessened and as she neared the ground she was slowed enough to touch down safely at the fountain like the other of the maids had done.  One thing she had noted on the way down was that this entire place was an absolute hellhole.  Unsurprising, given the current situation.  "Hah... Demons making a mess of such a nice city.  What a pity."  She held her hands out and summoned her small doll squad to her.  The appeared in a flash of light in front of her as she started to look around.  "Now then, where to?  That bitch of a drill instructor didn't answer my question about where they were at."  The Firbolg grumbled.