Kat awakens with a river of saliva flowing from her mouth, her cheek rested against the cold, hard floor of the cage that imprisons her. She experiments with stretching her arms, but the smooth handcuffs that bound her hands together only allow minute twitching with her dainty arms. The octopus woman rolls her eyes as she expertly slides her hands out of the handcuffs. Rolling her body around on to her plump butt, she analyzes the quaint office space, pleasantly surprised that she didn't get locked up in prison. Kat happens to spot Hunter from her peripheral vision. He was casually guarding the cell, awaiting Salina's return. She grins and knocks on the thick metal bars of the cell. "Hey Lassie, how about fetching me a margarita?"<br/><br/>(Don't know why but this was a pain to write. Maybe I'm just tired.)