<div class="floatleft">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/450/dep_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Katerina De Leon<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Teletrix.  (Not chosen)<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance.<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Wreck, Natasha.  Open.<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>After helping Natasha back to the main group if she needed it anyway, Katerina sat by the box of candy bars and chips that Wreck had brought to them and sighed, feeling hungry yet she wasn't so eager to touch anything the big man had handled.  Her stomach protested otherwise and with Natasha's insistence that she eat anyway, Katerina grumbled to herself but took a few Milky Ways and a bag of Doritos out of the box, almost wishing she had a cold glass of Mountain Dew personally but she doubted they'd be getting any luxury items such as ice for a long time.  Not to mention the soda machines probably didn't work without power anyway so it was a moot point to wish for something she wouldn't be getting anyway.  Once she had her snacks selected, Katerina sat beside Natasha for now and helped herself to her meager meal.  She didn't taste any of it and didn't say anything to Natasha the whole time she ate, going over the confused feelings she had been feeling with the girl's hands on her bare breasts.  It had felt....good, and while she was by some miracle a virgin still despite almost being raped by that soldier in the camp, Katerina had to wonder if things had gone on longer if Natasha wouldn't have been the one to deflower her in a sense.  She shook the thought away, again not about to hope for something that in these days, was very unlikely to happen anyway.  Then her thoughts started to drift to the last day she had been with Jake.  She didn't want to go there, but she had to deal with it at some point.  Maybe it'd help her survive the trials to come?  Doubtful but having a clear mind and heart would probably increase her personal odds if nothing else in this fucked up world.  Sheesh, several days ago she'd have blushed crimson if someone so much as dropped the D word in her presence, now she was cursing like a sailor.<br/><br/>To distract her wandering mind, Katerina looked to her seat mate and offered a weak smile, still quite thankful for what she had done for her already despite the after effects that had come with.  "So um, why did you decide to be a doctor anyway Natasha?  In that outfit you look more like you're ready to rob a bank."  She teased lightly, hoping to draw out some sort of positive reaction from the older woman.  Katerina had been a social butterfly before all this had come about, she had had a close circle of friends, and in one day and night all that had changed because her brother had walked through a wall.  Her own parents hadn't wanted him in the house, and her own friends had looked at Katerina when word got out that her brother was a mutant as if she was about to show something similar herself, or grow a third breast or something equally freakish.  They had showed their true colors then, but again Katerina shook her head to clear those unhappy thoughts.  She really needed to think about all that when they weren't being hunted like animals.  So when Natasha asked her to sit between her legs and lean back, Katerina was happy for the distraction.  "Whatever you say doc."  Katerina replied, closing her eyes and getting comfortable as she folded her hands in her lap, her legs straight out as she did her best to get as comfortable as she could.  "If you....want to ask me anything, you might not get an answer to some things but...you've done a lot already and I feel I owe you something in way of explanation, to...whatever comes to your mind Natasha.  I need something to distract me anyway....too many recent bad memories."