‘Oh dear, seems like someone doesn't think to highly about women.’ Kat sighed, lighting up another cigarette with her silver-plated lighter, such possessions being a few highlights of working with the Kazakans. Embers danced upon her ruby red lips, sparking and fizzling in sync with the violence below. From here perch, she could vividly hear the cries of men, the cracking of bones, and the splitting of hearts. Ahh, how such despair brought joy to her being, marveling as Kaz brutally dominated the thugs, like a grizzly bear among wolves.<br/><br/>Although, she was rather disappointed with Kaz, the henchmen as well. Exhaling another smoke ring, Kat began her psychoanalysis of Kaz and the henchmen. As she suspected, the henchmen were little more than hired muscle. Of course, they had their own families, history, personality, and what not, yet they were basically all the same, simply brutes of men looking for some easy cash, nothing more. Stroking her chin, Kat let out an exasperated sigh, very disappointed with the henchmen. Flicking off some ash on her arm, she concentrated upon Kaz's mind, easily breaking through his defenses. A small smile crept back onto her lips, her faith restored as she probed through Kaz's mind, like a casual tourist touring Rome. Headstrong, brash, with a strong moral code...the perfect personality to bend to her will. Lost in thought, Kat continued to casually browse through Kaz's head, until a shrill shriek brought her attention back to the present. ‘Fine...back to work...’ Kat internally groaned, exhaling a smoke ring as she disposed her cigarette. Casually, she snapped her fingers, Kaz's amulet breaking away from his neck, then racing towards Kat in response, gently resting within her palm.