Kitty shifted uneasily as Julian took over the reigns for everything relatively quickly. The feeling of anxiety and regret had begun to set in at this point. What was going to happen to this town now? She didn't care about her reputation, generally, anymore. But she did care about the people of Driftwood. This was her home.<br/><br/>When the topic of the seemingly "unwed affair" popped up, Kitty felt her ears and cheeks burning. She scrunched up her face, but continued to listen. Mr. Compton spoke plainly as if he really knew what he was talking about. From the look and sound of it, he'd been at this kind of thing a long time. Marshall was listening skeptically, but didn't say much. He agreed to stay on with the group, considering this whole thing was going to be quite the undertaking. They all knew he was going to be the people's person now while the other two would strive to fry up some bigger fish. He was a necessity and Kitty was secretly glad he'd agreed to stay. The two grew up together. Charley, Marshall, and Will all did. They were good friends and had lived their whole lives here. And though things were about to get stickier, it was apparent that they both felt a great sense of duty when it came to protecting the place and the people that they knew and loved. Now was as good a time as any to stand up for Driftwood.<br/><br/>By the time the "new sheriff" had finished talking, Kitty had found a way to compose herself. "Unwed affair, huh? Not on your life," she said finally. She paced some more, thinking. "Well...it's not exactly like we can do the scrambling at Marshall's. He's got a family. I don't want to put them in any danger and it will seem suspicious if we're all gathered there." She sighed and said reluctantly, "We'll do it at mine. But you won't be stayin' with me. You'll have'ta figure that mess out on your own." She looked him up and down, sort of indignantly sizing him up. "<i>You are</i>the new sheriff, after all. If they want ya here bad enough, I think they'll find a way to keep themselves in your good graces. I'm sure the mayor would be happy to help find a place to put you up for awhile."<br/><br/>Marshall piped up, "Well, he can't stay with me. And as far as killin' people...I ain't gonna have a hand in that unless it's sanctioned by the law. I ain't gonna judge what you two do, but don't let me find out about it." He glanced nervously over at Kitty. "I'd have your back to the gates of hell an' back, you know that. But I can't be quiet about any especially heinous nonsense. So don't let this one," he gestured passively toward Mr. Compton, "mess you up. I think you'll be alright, though. You've always kept a good head on your shoulders."<br/><br/>Kitty nodded confidently on the outside.<br/>Inside, she felt her stomach churn at the idea of being involved in something so convoluted. But this was how things were.<br/>And it pissed her off.