Keeping the knife at his throat, Kat climbed onto the bed, on top of Riddick, leaning slightly. She did her best to ensure that her hands were steady and it wasnâ€™t so obvious they were shaking and she was nervous. A smirk crossed her lips and she raised the knife again, ready to give him a taste of his own medicine, when the sound of the door flying open startled her. She turned her head quickly, drawing her pistol and aiming at the person entering. A look of shock, possibly the same look as Riddickâ€™s, came over her when she realized it was Eric. â€œEric!?â€ She said in surprise.Slight embarrassment fell over her when she realized that here she was, a woman with cleavage showing sitting over a bound man but she pushed it aside. Relief hit her like a ton of bricks as she practically jumped off of Riddick and staggered over to him, continuing to push aside her slight dizziness and fear.<br/><br/>When she reached Eric she unable to restrain herself from giving him that hug she wanted to give him the other day when he had bonded with Ryan and had him call off those goons.<br/><br/>â€œYou scared the hell out of me!â€ She told him with a stern gaze, quickly turning away from him to button her shirt back up before she faced him again. Her ribs burned from her injuries and her face was still a little pale but she did her best to keep her composure. Her pride was restored when her partner was returned to her and as much as she wanted to question how the hell he knew she was here she decided to let it go. Once more, a part of her didnâ€™t want to know. â€œYouâ€™re just full of surprises. Iâ€™m quite impressed,â€ she continued, then handed him the letter â€œUnfortunately not all of us were fortunate. The guy seemed to know you when he helped me out, insisting I pass this letter to you before my friend on the bed over there killed him.â€<br/><br/>She took a deep breath that felt wonderful and relaxed more. All that fear she had felt moments ago was fading slowly. Eric had rescued her again it seems, and here she was worried she would have to go rescuing him again. The man was definitely full of surprises and she would not lie to him about that. However, speaking of her friend on the bed, she knew she couldnâ€™t just leave him here. Unfortunately releasing him was not much of an option either. There was still work to be done; she wanted to know why Gendahl fleet was here in the first place even if the words â€˜none of your damn businessâ€™ were clawing at the back of her mind. On the other hand, honestly, she just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible before anything else happened. She tried not to make that obvious but she wasnâ€™t completely emotionless.<br/><br/>Looking in Ericâ€™s eyes for a moment, she moved around him and shut the room door, locking it with the bold. â€œI know this door is locked, but I need you to stand guard. Can you do that for me? I donâ€™t want anyone getting into this room.â€ She looked back to him with that same stern gaze, adding a little more intensity to it so he knew she was serious. â€œIâ€™m sure we all want to know why Gendahl fleet is here, and it just so happens heâ€™sâ€-she nodded towards Riddick-â€œa captain in the fleet.â€ She made it sound like she just discovered that information. She hated lying to Eric but she felt it was better that he didnâ€™t know there had been history between them. If she remembered maybe she would tell him at a later time, once they got back to the ship, that way she didnâ€™t feel bad about it or have him be angry with her if he found out later on down the road.<br/><br/>Moving back over to Riddick, she placed the knife back to his throat, â€œWell thatâ€™s one thing answered. All you need to do now is tell me what your fleet is doing here, and then we can let bygones be bygones and get on with our lives.â€ Her tone changed back into the one she had used earlier only it was almost completely void of fear. Having company in the room boosted her confidence significantly.