It was Kate's nature to turn away from the fight when the man went down; in all honesty, she had spent most of the night trying to avoid the arena. But her friends that had dragged her to the god-forsaken place had made sure that she watched at least one match. She wasn't one for violence - she had her own reasons for that - and so she was currently feeling quite ill. Sighing softly to herself and turning away from the crowd, she made her way through the masses of people to try to get to the bar.<br/><br/>She was small for a nineteen-year-old, but she didn't look young. Her hair could be considered blonde in some places, but brunette in others; occasionally there could be a flash of red. It was natural, however, and fell a little way past her shoulders in a mass of layers. Slightly messy because of the heat and all the people, Kate decided to quickly tie it up to try and cool off a little. Her teal-green eyes soon found the bar and she approached it, glancing around for a bartender.<br/><br/>"Just a glass of water, please?" She smiled her thanks as the bartender handed her the drink, looking slightly annoyed; it was a little scabby to order tapwater, but Kate had no money with her, and she didn't even want to be out in the first place. Turning, she leant against the bar and surveyed the room, savouring the cold water as she began to drink. She looked fairly average, wearing a long t-shirt and a pair of leggings, slightly boyish in nature. She frowned a little as she recognized a man on a couch not too far away, and then realised that he had been in the arena. Feeling brave, she decided to make her way towards him.<br/><br/>"Doesn't it weigh on your conscience, killing someone?" She still held her drink in her hand, maintaining a safe distance from the man ahead of her. Her eyes were more curious than accusing, not wishing to argue.