Katherine looked down at the money. How ironic, she always wanted a job so she could buy treats... things she desired. Now she did not need those things. So she did not need the money. She licked her lips as she looked at him her blue jeans, black sweater and white tank top darkened by the night. Rolling her eyes, she slipped off her sweater and handed it to him. She looked very thin under her clothing. That was another side effect of not feeding. Her body would just waist away. She through the sweater to him. "Just take that then, no matter what your problem is you do not need to freeze to death." She raised a warning finger. "Do not bother trying to give it back, I have others... and i will just say I do not get cold easily" she stated matter of factually.<br/><br/>Katherine turned around. Despite the cold, she seemed to be heating up, that was due to her starving of blood. She would burn up before she perished. Though she knew she was about to lose control. She turned to look at him again. "If you need a place to stay you can stay here... just for the night though!" she said quickly. Cursing herself under her breath, or under her mind... more like it, she did not have breath.<span style="font-style: italic">Wait, I do not breath!</span>she thought fearfully in her head as she realized that she could see his breath. But hers was oddly no wheres. She quickly backed up into the station and looked at him. Pretending nothing odd was happening.