Her shift at the diner had exhausted her, and the mention turmoil of being trapped in the house furthered the exhaustion.  She'd been sleeping when he returned, but bolted upright at the sound of the door.  Feeling utterly exposed in the sheer dress, her arms twined around her waist, half covering the round of her breasts, but not completely.  It only served to accentuate them, lift them and push them together.  She frowned at him, stepping closer with a small tilt to her head.<br/><br/>Kat listened to him, and for a moment it seemed as if she might simply submit to it all, accept it.  Her heart beat fast, adrenaline jarring her back to wakefulness.<br/><br/>Then -- her hand shot up and she slapped him, full on across the cheek.  There was a small victory in that slap, the rush of power from the thrust of her arm that of someone who had hit someone before -- or been hit herself.  He thought her life was so goddamn fluffy?<br/><br/>"You are a coward and a snake, and that is what I think of your game.  It is a game you will not win, Anthony."