The food was pretty damn good she wouldnâ€™t lie but it was a damn shame she would not be able to enjoy it. Everything seemed to peaceful at first and she was convinced that she was going to have a good day despite the mission at hand. Good food, good company, that was really all she needed to get her through the day some days. So it was needless to say that when three rather large men with overgrown muscles and expressions on their faces that said they meant business Kat was not too happy about it. She didnâ€™t think much about it at first, but they seemed to bother Eric, and she did not like the fact that one of the men waltzed right into the kitchen like he owned the place. One of the men gave Eric a dirty look and then also looked at her, licking his lips and smiling at her before heading into the kitchen.<br/><br/>That was what got under her skin. She hated dirty looks, especially from men.<br/><br/>â€œI donâ€™t know who they are, but I canâ€™t say I like them either.â€ She said, though she was not really sure how she felt about Eric walking up to â€˜introduceâ€™ himself to them. Before she could give her thoughts on it however he stood from their booth and started talking to the men. They clearly wanted him to leave but he didnâ€™t seem to back down and then Kat started to worry a bit. If he was getting them into trouble that could be avoided, she would have his balls. On the other hand if he was right about something being wrong then she would just let it go; she wondered if perhaps these men could give some leads for their little mission so they had an idea of where to start looking.<br/><br/>Either way she still wasnâ€™t comfortable with it, but only silently watched as Eric disarmed the large man with the gun, giving a nod when told to watch the others so he could have a little chat with them about their manners. The change in the tone of Ericâ€™s voice didnâ€™t startle her as much as she thought it would though she did flinch subtly. Instead of questioning it further she decided that he was doing what needed to be done and that was that since she knew things were about to get ugly. Large men didnâ€™t just suddenly waltz in all suspicious like without any reason, right? And, hell, she really did not like the way the one man kept looking over at her. Kat even gave the man a glare to let him know just how much she appreciated being looked at.<br/><br/>The man seemed to find her glare amusing. Letâ€™s just see how amused you are once you get a few holes in your chest, she thought to herself, placing her hand on her hip, near her gun.<br/><br/>â€œWell you can start by informing this clown here that itâ€™s not nice to make inappropriate gestures and flash dirty looks at people who are trying to enjoy their meal,â€ Kat said suddenly as she nodded towards said man after he came back out of the kitchen, not exactly helping the situation at all, but not exactly caring at this point. She just hoped Eric knew what the hell he was doing starting trouble with these men. â€œBig muscles, small brain Iâ€™m guessing?â€ That was spoken more out of not appreciating being interrupted, and to see test these people a bit more so she had a better idea of who they were up against in case something did happen.<br/><br/>There were not many exits from what she could tell and she had a feeling they would end up having to shoot their way out. She seriously hoped that was the only armed man, but from a few past experiences she knew that would just be too easy. Big men who travelled in groups liked guns to look tougher than they were usually. However, Kat was not getting a good feeling from this at all. Somehow these men seemed different than the petty street gang members -assuming they were gang members that is, and considering the warnings of violence outbreaks they received earlier- that toted big guns around back home.