“You’re too kind. There’s no need to thank me, really.” Walter said, placing his full attention on Eric. He seemed to have brushed aside the comment about him being full of himself. “She really seems to take care of you. But that’s a good thing, right? Now we can all continue on without any problems.”<br/><br/>Kat wanted to stay quiet, and she should have, but the words came out anyway, “I wouldn’t be surprised. He was always an ass-kisser even while we were in training together.” If she could grab the words and shove them back in her mouth she would have, but then again… Eric was a sarcastic smart-ass, by this point she might as well have lived under a rock if she needed to be told twice, but he was clever. As soon as she noticed that his hands were positioned a little differently she had a feeling he had a plan. He had slipped out of his cuffs. Part of her wanted to grin, but she had a feeling it would draw too much attention to the fact. If only her little restraints were just as easy to slip out of. Then again, she hasn’t really tried; it might not have gotten her anywhere anyway.<br/><br/>“Oh really? I was the ass kisser? The slutty little lap-dog is calling me the ass-kisser?” Walter’s brow furrowed and he looked like he was losing his composure. His attention was away from Eric now and right back on Kat. If there was one thing, at least it was easy to distract him. This seemed like a sensitive subject and she had a feeling she could use this to her advantage. When they were in training together, a bitter rivalry had formed between them. It should not have, but for some reason she was surprised that he was still holding onto that rivalry.  If she played her cards right, and things did seem to be going smoothly just within these few seconds, she and Eric would be out of here in no time. She just hoped she could tread carefully enough to where she didn’t push Walter too far, having her plan backfire.<br/><br/>“Why else would you be here?”<br/><br/>“I was handpicked.”<br/><br/>“Who would handpick you?” There was a bit of a glint in Kat’s eye. Now she was the one who was messing around. Looks like Walter was the one doing the talking now; her plan was working a lot better than she had expected it to. Who would have known that he was still as childish and prideful as he has always been? This was actually pretty damn amusing, seeing him get all angry over some silly words. If it was people like this were all Thomas had left behind, she had a feeling this whole situation just got a lot smoother in general. She could almost smell sweet victory, but she didn’t revel in it quiet yet. There was still the matter of getting out of here, and then finding out who was in charge now that Thomas was gone.<br/><br/>But Walter did not reveal who that might be, deciding to pull out a knife instead. He closed in on Kat, holding the blade close to her throat. “I’d watch your tone with me from here on out.”