Kat probably only got a good half hour of sleep before she found herself becoming a bit restless. Her dreams hadnâ€™t exactly been the most wonderful of dreams and sort of deterred her from sleeping which made things a lot worse. Oh and of course there was that creepy cyborg still silently observing her, which also continued to make her feel extremely uncomfortable. Try as she may, she found herself unable to fall back to sleep and eventually just gave up and lay on her back, staring absently at the ceiling. While she did so she did her best to empty her mind and think of other things, like where to begin her cleaning chores, knowing exactly where her mind still wanted to wander. Stubbornness and wanting to get over it as quickly as possible refused to allow her thoughts to touch the subject. However, eventually she found she was unable to fight it and gave in, another wave of sadness hitting her like a ton of bricks.<br/><br/>Since she had been able to keep herself from breaking down for this long, she might as well get it all out of her system. Otherwise it would just keep bothering her, which was not what she wanted right now, she wanted to just forget about it as best she could. It wasnâ€™t often that she cried, and whenever she did she preferred to be alone and handle it herself rather than have people comforting her. The last time she cried was when she got word of her grandfatherâ€™s death; since then Kat knew she was unable to handle death that well. When she got word of Eric being â€˜deadâ€™, that was probably proof of that as well. She was careful, suppressing it as much as she could in case the cyborg decided that something was wrong and started pestering her again. It felt good to cry and thankfully it hadnâ€™t lasted too long and she would definitely be a little depressed for awhile. Soon she felt a bit more relaxed, probably would have tried to fall back asleep if she hadnâ€™t noticed that her hour only had about fifteen minutes left.<br/><br/>With a soft sigh she sat up, took in a deep breath and decided to straighten her room up a bit just help to kill some more time and get herself in the cleaning mood. While she cleaned she pretended the cyborg wasnâ€™t even there to help her further sink into that mindset. Everything was neatly organized and kept tidy, just how she liked it, and she was quiet while she worked. As long as she found stuff to keep herself busy she would be fine. That was what she kept telling herself anyway, just how well that was going to work she wasnâ€™t sure but it made her feel better having something to do. For the next five months she was going to have something to do so at least she wouldnâ€™t be that bored. â€œJust be careful and donâ€™t work yourself too hard,â€ she told herself quietly once she decided she was finished. The last thing she needed was to be stubborn and push herself (though she would probably just do it anyway) too hard since sheâ€™d probably catch hell for it.<br/><br/>In the end, despite her nap not being the full hour she wanted, Kat did feel a lot better since she had some time to herself she admitted.<br/><br/>Taking another moment to collect herself she decided to look through the packet that had been handed to her and decide what she should do first. Organization being on her mind right now she decided to just do it all in order and make a mental list, checking it off as she went. That was usually how she worked anyway. Kat continued to pretend as best she could that it was not there but she kept her knife tucked away in her sleeve, still unwilling to trust the cyborg that still had its nearly emotionless eyes on her in constant alert. She left her room and began walking towards the direction Ericâ€™s room was. She had told Eric that he was free to bother her if she wasnâ€™t awake, but she wasnâ€™t really sure if she wanted to bother him. He might still be asleep; Kat didnâ€™t usually like to wake people unless she was giving them hell or it was important. Then again work was always pretty important.