When the pill bottle was handed to her after she finished giving her signature she frowned a bit and placed the bottle in her pocket in a way so it hopefully wouldnâ€™t fall out before giving a slight nod of understanding. Great more pills, she thought to herself/ Kat was often too stubborn to take pillsâ€¦ but this was different. She knew there was no way she could afford to miss taking these pills or else she might end up back in here, under the machine again.  It was nearly impossible for her to hide the faint wave of depression that fell over her when she realized that her wounds really were that bad. All this time she had been trying to deny it, wanting to make them seem like they werenâ€™t as bad as they were even if she knew the reality of them as clear as day. Briefly she looked at the stitches on her wrists, knowing those were not the only places, and rubbed them gently.<br/><br/>They didnâ€™t hurt as bad now but they still stung. It disgusted her, yet the depression was slowly replacing her grouchy, irritated mood. Nevertheless she ignored it as best she could.<br/><br/>Pushing it away, she looked back to Eric with a nod once Samantha had gone off to tend to other things and followed him out. They were probably thinking the same thing about them not being given actual clothes to wear instead of being stuck in this medical attire. Kat thought of returning to her room for a moment to find something more suitable. It would look rather shady if they were found snooping around in these clothes, though the thought was amusing, it was almost like two escaped mental patients looking for trouble. Almost like when she would sneak around at strange hours of the night with her friends during her high school years, before she became unknowingly drafted into the military let alone keeping the career for as long as she has. It almost brought a strange sense of relief, comfort to her that she had not felt in almost ten years while she maintained the posture of a woman who took her work very seriously.<br/><br/>Perhaps this was yet another sign that her and Eric were well on the road to becoming close friends, if it wasnâ€™t evident already. It was such a good feeling, too, and she wasnâ€™t able to describe it.<br/><br/>When she felt they were at a safe distance away from the staff and crew members, she looked up at Eric and smiled a bit deviously, â€œI donâ€™t oppose the thought of doing a bit of snooping around at all, Iâ€™m coming to like how you think more and moreâ€ she said. â€œWhat was that pit stop you were talking about? I donâ€™t know about you, but I really donâ€™t want to be walking around in these clothes so Iâ€™m heading back to my room to change first.â€ Blushing subtly, she folded her arms over her chest when it hit her that she probably didnâ€™t have a bra on. Her fingers idly went to her shoulders to confirm, making her feel even more uncomfortable. The least they could do was give her a bra, she thought to herself. Underwear yes, but no, they didnâ€™t give her a damn bra those idiots though she did understand why, she supposed.<br/><br/>â€œAfter that,â€ she continued, just deciding to let it go for now hoping Eric wouldnâ€™t think to take notice of her little dilemma, â€œwe can go have some fun. Sound good?â€ She tried to sound intrigued, which she was, but also did her best to not seem as depressed as she was at the moment on top of still feeling a bit moody in general. Kat really wanted to go snooping for various reasons though she was far tooâ€¦ obedientâ€¦ to go against the captains orders. Then again it wasnâ€™t like sheâ€™s never done that before. There were just way too many things bothering her about this and she wanted to know what the hell was going on for herself. Was it worth losing her job over or risk further injury? Maybe not, but again she was just far too curious and wanted to know.