Even though she didn't have to like Matt's logic, going to his place was a no-brainer. They both needed their gear, Matt at the very least needed something to cover his naked ass. And after the threat and last minute move to his place for shelter, Kate's own equipment was there. Well, the basics. She had plannead ahead and aside from bringing a bag of clothes, she'd brought her bow and a good bag full of arrows, some of them even the trick ones.
Surely, at the mention of her mom, Matt easily felt the way some tension eased off her body. He wasn't wrong. That very afternoon his visit at Riker's had eased some worries she'd been carrying for months, but the situation could change at any given time. Eleanor's safety wasn't written in stone. Kate thanked him, before getting an Uber as she realized just how much the walk was taking a toll on Matt.
The city was chaos and without the traffic lights for a moment she'd wondered if they'd make it alive to his place. Her feet were still grateful for the choice.
Noticing a few cops around his block was a bad sign, but Matt assured her that the way into his building was clear. He could have warned her that once up, the Punisher himself was waiting for them.
Kate isn't a fangirl, she isn't even big on his methods. But she had heard enough from both Matt and Karen to feel like she knows Frank Castle personally. She is well aware that, intimidating as he is, he is also a very good man.
Sue her, she can't stop beaming! "Crazy and kind of an idiot, but his friends, we still love him." Lucky, already at her feet, comes to eagerly demand pets. But in his excitement he quickly moves on, hopping onto the couch to cover Matt's face with kisses. "I'm Kate. And it's so, so good to meet you, Frank."
He is the exact kind of backup they need right now.
"There's Thai leftovers in the fridge if you want some?" Less than a few hours crashing at Matt's place and Kate is already acting like she owns the place. Boundaries. Spoiled rich kids never learn about those.
Turning to face Matt again, she waves a hand at herself, knowing that he won't miss the gesture. "I need to get out of this thing," she mentions as she unceremoniously throws her shoes at a corner of his apartment. "Can I get changed in your bedroom?"
[ooc: That is a perfect, PERFECT introduction and I'm living for it.]
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Surely, at the mention of her mom, Matt easily felt the way some tension eased off her body. He wasn't wrong. That very afternoon his visit at Riker's had eased some worries she'd been carrying for months, but the situation could change at any given time. Eleanor's safety wasn't written in stone. Kate thanked him, before getting an Uber as she realized just how much the walk was taking a toll on Matt.
The city was chaos and without the traffic lights for a moment she'd wondered if they'd make it alive to his place. Her feet were still grateful for the choice.
Noticing a few cops around his block was a bad sign, but Matt assured her that the way into his building was clear. He could have warned her that once up, the Punisher himself was waiting for them.
Kate isn't a fangirl, she isn't even big on his methods. But she had heard enough from both Matt and Karen to feel like she knows Frank Castle personally. She is well aware that, intimidating as he is, he is also a very good man.
Sue her, she can't stop beaming! "Crazy and kind of an idiot, but his friends, we still love him." Lucky, already at her feet, comes to eagerly demand pets. But in his excitement he quickly moves on, hopping onto the couch to cover Matt's face with kisses. "I'm Kate. And it's so, so good to meet you, Frank."
He is the exact kind of backup they need right now.
"There's Thai leftovers in the fridge if you want some?" Less than a few hours crashing at Matt's place and Kate is already acting like she owns the place. Boundaries. Spoiled rich kids never learn about those.
Turning to face Matt again, she waves a hand at herself, knowing that he won't miss the gesture. "I need to get out of this thing," she mentions as she unceremoniously throws her shoes at a corner of his apartment. "Can I get changed in your bedroom?"
[ooc: That is a perfect, PERFECT introduction and I'm living for it.]