Kat edged herself into the chair, smiling, she had successfully pushed guilt from her mind. She sighed as she looked from Donta to Angela, She was so proud that Angela had changed, but was still unsure of how much she had actually changed. She didn't like the doubt that tinged her view of Angela, but it was something she just couldn't shake. Angela was miss popular, pretty and well-liked, not to mention outspoken against ferals, and yet, here she was, saving Donta's life... the kiss of life. She had done so much to help, why were these thoughts still there?<br/><br/>Kat escaped her mind as her stomach gurgled at the mention of burgers at Donta's treat. Kat laughed, "Sounds good, They have a new Cheeseburger with eight strips of bacon and three slices of cheese, it's supposed to be the most unhealthy item on the menu... I kinda want to try it." She laughed, she had done enough to work of the nearly a thousand calories of the artery clogging sandwich. With a dull whir her chair dug into the sand as the motor clicked in protest, "wha?" She looked down, The wheels had dug tiny graves of their own as the motor tried it's best to push the girl's girth. "Oh, sand bad..." After a second, Kat let out a hauntingly pure laugh, she was sincerely enjoying herself. A feeling that should have made her uneasy, it had before, it always lead to disappointment, but she was so happy to have friends that it was easy to enjoy the salty air, the cool breeze and the jokes.<br/><br/>With assistance from Angela, Kat's chair began moving again, the beach's sand a death trap for the motor, which expelled the sand easily enough. Upon hitting the concrete, the motor kicked in and Kat was propelled forward with a sudden jerk that caught her so off-guard that she released a slight yelp that was stunningly uncharacteristic. She laughed once again, her face buried in her palms. "That was graceful." She commented, wrapping her tentacles around the legs of the chair, and pulling her towel over her lap. She felt for the scarf that normally adorned her head... With sudden realization she remembered it was gone... but... no one had said anything. She had felt so normal that it completely slipped her mind. With a glance back at Angela and Donta, she noticed a gaggle of girls on the beach staring at her. She clenched her jaw, determined she wouldn't let them ruin her day, but she felt so bad, what if Angela still didn't want to be seen with ferals, what if these girls would remark on her skin... or face... or mouth. She was so self-conscious, and it showed as her shoulders tensed, and her arms crossed protectively in front of her. She looked away from the girls, to the van, "I think Donta owes us food?" Her voice slightly more somber, she wasn't going to force a jubilant tone, instead she simply wheeled off to the van, not wanting to hinder the day.