There really was nothing that Eric could say to get Kat to fully understand the way of the streets. She had already insinuated that she didnâ€™t know anything about the streets, confirmed by her silence during the entire walk back to their temporary home. Part of her didnâ€™t even care even if she had appreciated him trying to give an explanation. Her frustration was drowning out quite a bit of her rational thinking. More than anything she was just concerned for him when she brought up that he could have died, because the fight had been pointless. Had he died she would also be left without a partner but she was not going to bring that up. Perhaps she was being a little silly, but why should she bring that up or the fact that she had found herself cheering him on? She was frustrated because she had said that she didnâ€™t want to make a habit out of picking pointless fights.<br/><br/>She still was not firmly grasping why he could not have backed away from being called out. At the same time she did somewhat understand since she doesnâ€™t like to back away from fights. Whenever she got into a fight, though it was usually a fight between her and an enemy soldier, she made damn sure she was the victor. Assuming the fight could not be avoided. She was not someone who went around picking fights at random or because she was angry, she chose her battles carefully. It was mostly her military training affecting her thinking however.<br/><br/>Even when they reached the house in which they were staying, she continued to remain silent and barely paid Eric any mind when he went up to his room. She wanted to keep her temper under control and just forget about this whole thing, though that was easier said than done. This week has already proven to be a long and irritating one, it was really beginning to get to her. In all honesty she did not want to spend the rest of it arguing with Eric over one stupid fight. Things happen. She really shouldnâ€™t even as mad as she was about it, a majority of what was pissing her off was just the stress of a long week and she was taking it out on him. Call it the straw that had broken the camelâ€™s back. Coming to that realization she felt bad for almost going off on him.<br/><br/>Kat ran her fingers through her dark hair and sighed heavily. She probably wasnâ€™t going to get any sleep any time soon. There was simply too much energy left pent up inside of her to even attempt sleeping at this time. It was best that she released some of that energy, which was easier said than done. Her options seemed to be quite limited after taking another look around the house. But then she spotted that there was a yard in the back. It was a small yard with a single tree, and immediately she decided that would have to do otherwise she knew this would carry over into the morning. She needed to keep her composure, not do anything that would send her on a trip to the hospital herself. Technically she was still recovering from her wounds, which she had, once again, completely forgotten about until now.<br/><br/>Wincing she decided to head into the small yard, her old combat knife tight in her grasp. She wasted no time getting down to business. Once the knifeâ€™s blade had connected with the tree, she felt the impact shoot up her arm. It felt pretty damn good to let it all out, sometimes that was all it took, and she did it a second time. It was nice to see that the tree was a real tree and not some fake put up for decoration, too. This made it a bit harder to damage which was nice. Satisfied with the two large gashes in the tree bark she relaxed her posture and closed her eyes for a moment. The cool air swept across her face, she relaxed. Drawing in a deep breath she lashed out a third time, a bit more aggressive, and continued the action a few more times. Poor tree.<br/><br/>She wasnâ€™t sure how much time had passed when she had gone back inside and called it a night. It was cutting it close to midnight, she guessed, but didnâ€™t care. No sooner had Kat threw herself onto her bed, knife dropping to the floor, she passed out almost immediately.<br/><br/>Come morning she found that she still had some energy left but her anger had been completely expelled. Overall she was in much better mood than she had been the other night much to her relief. When she headed towards the kitchen she was quiet in case Eric was still asleep. At that though she had glanced outside and realized that the sun was setting higher in the sky, it was coming close to the afternoon. She had overslept! â€œShit,â€ she muttered irritably and went back into her room, changed, and quickly head downstairs not really caring that she still looked a little disheveled, still keeping her footsteps quiet.