As Warren passed her, a limp body over his shoulder, and told her he'd be back, Kai blinked. She looked down at the snow; there was no blood... Had he not shot the man? Confused, she turned and headed back to the cabin. Don't be gone too long, she said to him as she closed the door.<br/><br/>Inside, she shed the coat, dropping it on the couch before looking around. The place was a mess; blood on the floor, melted snow and debris from outside, stuffing from the couch. With a heavy sigh, she twisted her long braid into a bun before starting to clean. First she scrubbed the pot from the fire, the bottom black with burnt coffee grounds. Then it was on to the floor; scrubbing the blood away before sweeping up. Warren didn't need to come back to a mess. Although....she couldn't fix the hole in the wall...