<strong>Katrina d'Errineiu</strong>, Carriage #3 [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br/><br/>But this was no time to be Sharing a smile with Antoinette, as she felt her fingers brushing the steel of her knife, Kat focussed on keeping herself under control. No need to let anyone see her concern, after all, and really, this is what gentlemen were for - the ladies should have nothing to worry about.<br/><br/>"If it were you attempting the kidnapping, dear one," Kat purred back to her friend, "I think neither Kolette nor I would put up much of a struggle. Surely -"<br/><br/>*<strong>BANG</strong>* The musket cut her off, and all her self-control was needed not to jump. Antoinette was not so controlled, though, and the quick movement of her hand left bloody cuts on her fingers. Kat frowned, and lightly rapped Antoinette's cheek, just enough to try for her attention.<br/><br/>"Careful, dear heart," she said, a little steel in her voice. "Keep your calm, and all will be well. We would not like you to<em>embarrass </em>yourself, now would we? Now let me look at that cut. Estelle, be a dear and let those children in. Sweet Viktor is right, we can't be letting them getting underfoot in a skirmish."<br/><br/>Kat disliked children as much as Viktor, and for the same reasons, but what could one do? She certainly wasn't going to obey what sounded suspiciously like a command from the gentleman, however - instead, she reached for her Antoinette's bloodied hand. Before she could grasp it, though, Justine was beside them, taking care of the cut herself. The other lady seemed oddly calmer now, and her firm pledge of aid had sounded in earnest. A strange contrast, Kat thought, with the earlier discomfort the lady had shown to the social interaction - she had noticed Justine's interesting reaction to her attentions, and had wondered then about the cause.<em>Something to be explored later</em>, Kat mused to herself,<em>when we're in less mortal peril</em>. Curiosity was ranked high amongst her vices, after all. But there were more important things to concern them now, so she confined herself to a smile of thanks to Justine, meeting her eyes as the other tended her friend's cut.