Was it so strange for Tony to give her a ride home?<br/><br/>The answer was staring right at her, but she didn't see it: Yes.<br/><br/>Still, startled by her trip over the curb and the distant sound of a wolf (alright, she didn't know it was a wolf, but she could assume), she reached for the handle of his car door.  With an audible click, it disengaged, and she climbed in as if something might be chasing her from behind.<br/><br/>Once in the passenger seat, she buckled her seatbelt, folded her hands in her lap, and tried not to look at him.  Kat was obviously still rattled by her trip and fall over the curb and sprawl on the sidewalk.<br/><br/>"I guess you know where I live by now."  Again, she laughed, and again it sounded more nervous than she wanted it to.  Why was being in an enclosed space with him unnerving her?  Casting a wary glance at him, she bit her bottom lip.<br/><br/>"So, uh... what<em>are</em>you doing out here?"<br/><br/>A stray strand of hair fell down her cheek and she swiped it away, back behind her ear.  Each throb of her pulse resounded in her throat, visible and accented by the heat of the car and the bead of sweat rolling down from her ear toward the collar of her shirt.  Kat leaned closer to the window, but there was little breeze tonight.  It only put a few scant inches between herself and Tony, and that wasn't enough.<br/><br/>