She didn't move.  She'd wedged herself against the wall, as close to the corner as was possible, and refused to look up when the door opened.  If she heard him, it was unclear.  The sound of his voice carried, but there was no reaction from the girl on the floor.  One arm lay wrapped around her knee, hugging them to her chest, and her chin rested on her kneecap.  Kat didn't move, nor did she blink often.  It was a near catatonic haze with which she watched something he could not see, something that kept her occupied and distracted from following his command.<br/><br/>He wanted obedience, but she was not going to give it without a strong fight.  Since there was nothing in the room to use against him, she needed him to take her elsewhere.  Everything had a purpose, only she hadn't figured out what that purpose was yet.  She counted, waiting for his reaction.<br/><br/>Big, bad Master had threatened punishment.<br/><br/>Bring it.