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A sober Katrina might have noted the 'So I'm told' statement from Owen. Drugged out Katrina wasn't even totally sure what they were talking about. “Good, good.” She answered in a sort of vague way while taking far too much interest in her hands. She frowned slightly as flexed her fingers. “Cold...” She muttered softly under her breath, before looking up at Owen who asked her a bunch of questions. “So many questions.” Katrina said sleepily with a yawn. A sign that the drugs were starting to wear off and she was closing up on him, or just a general complaint that it was too difficult to keep track of in the haze? “I thought the name sounded neat.” If he thought there would be some clue to her past, or some epic tale of how she'd been given the name, or even if he thought the guys at the lab had given it to her, he was mistaken. “Before that they called me Project Alice or A-106. No idea what either stand for.” She shifted in the car seat, trying to get comfortable while apparently forgetting about his first question.

With no more probing questions from Owen, Katrina quickly slipped into unconsciousness. A sharp pain in her side pulled her from that sleep. Confusion greeted her as she looked around to find herself inside a sleek black car, bumping along a gravel road. Her face throbbed where the speedster backhanded her and her abdomen ached where he had kneed it her, but it was her ribs that sent a sharp pain with every bump along the road. The boulder the Geo had thrown at her had some serious damage. Adrenaline and then the drugs had largely covered that up until now. Still she did her best to ignore the pain and cover up her injuries from the only other occupant in the car. Everything after the speedster was a drug induced haze. A series of events that she wasn't totally sure how much was real. It felt like a dream. Blissfully the car came to a stop, though as Katrina looked out the window, she had no idea where he had taken her. Rows of tombstones in a grassy field with no sign of any nearby civilization. He hadn't restrained or shoved her in the trunk of his car though. Green eyes studied him as she considered his request, but eventually she nodded. She needed a few minutes alone to sort out her thoughts, heal herself, make some clothing and it didn't seem like she was in any immediate danger at the moment.

After Owen had left she had watched him walk away for a minute or so before getting to work. Tired of being nearly naked in the hospital like gown she 'borrowed' the black leather from the back seat of the car. Katrina doubted he'd be too impressed when he returned, but she could always fix it later when more clothing options were available. The end result was a little more Cat Woman than she would have liked, but it was a huge improvement on the escaped from the hospital look she had going a few minute prior. Then she dealt with her injuries, or tried too. She had just finished healing the fractured rib when suddenly her powers fizzled out as they were sometimes known to do. Just the cherry on top of the day she was having. Then Kat waited. And waited. And finally she got out of the car, feeling like something wasn't right. She'd been left alone too long. She didn't know what she expected, but nothing could have prepared her for finding her stalker/rescuer kneeling in front of a freshly dug up grave, only to get up and start backing away from the casket like he was afraid of it.

“I'm guessing it's not supposed to be empty.” Katrina's voice came softly from behind Owen. Empty wasn't exactly the right word. Stones had been placed in the casket. Stones that if she were to guess, weighed approximately the same of whomsoever grave this was. “I didn't mean to intrude....you were gone for a while.” Though what exactly she had intruded upon she wasn't exactly sure.

Katrina was a bit taken aback by the sudden smile. It seemed like an incredibly odd way to react to an empty casket. She gave him a quizzical look as he asked about her clothes only to quickly wave it off. He had asked about her Nemakinesis in the car. She was pretty sure she remembered that in the haze, along with a number of other things she shouldn't have told him. “I may have borrowed some materials from your car.” Kat warned him, when he brought up having a place to hide. She expected they were heading back to his vehicle. Likely he wanted to bring her back to the house she had fixed the girl at. She was about to tell him she appreciated his offer, but decline it anyway. True, she had no where to go and she was tired and injured, but the same was true when she originally escaped from the lab and she had managed to work things out. In the world she lived in nothing came for free, and she already owed this man far too much. But then he pushed open the door to one of the mausoleums instead, stairs descending into darkness. “You want me to go down into a crypt with you?” She asked instead of what she was originally going to say. “A little 'Cask of Amontillado' don't you think?” Though if he wanted to harm her, he already had plenty of opportunities to do so. Curiosity getting the better of her, Kat headed for the stairs after her initial hesitation.

Katrina didn’t say anything as she descended the stairs. Everything that had happened since meeting this man was so far out of the norm, she wasn’t quite sure how to respond. Was she being naive and foolish for coming down here? If it was all some plot to steal her from the other lab for his own experiments, or maybe some criminal organization that wanted her for their personal healer, it was so convoluted as to make no sense. Yet, in all of her two years that she could remember no one had simply been nice to her. They all wanted something in return. She blinked as the lights turned on, illuminating a room that looked like it belonged in a comic book. Naturally, her eyes were drawn to the wall covered in weapons first, but soon moved over to the monitors in the back of the room. She let his statement about the bases hang in the air for a minute as she took it all in. It seemed confusing him with Batman earlier had been a lot more on the nose than she had thought. God, but she hoped he hadn’t of caught that. Then finally Kat turned around to face Owen, and broke one of the very few rules she had about dealing with clients. “Who are you?”

“Why are you telling me this?” Katrina asked, her tone somewhere in between caution and confusion. “I appreciate the rescue, but I don’t think vigilantes make a habit of sharing their identities and secret bases with the people they save.” Not to mention him showing up at the lab a few days after meeting him for the first time. Things weren’t adding up. She didn’t want to seem ungrateful, nor calluses to the fact that his former team had been murdered, but with the majority of her life a blackhole and the couple years she could remember spent on the run trust was hard to come by. Katrina didn’t know what it was like to have a team, nor to lose them. There had to be someone out there who knew who she was and cared for her, she hoped there was, but like everything else, she simply couldn’t remember.

Curious as to what Owen could show her that could possibly answer her questions, Katrina followed him through the tunnels. It was hard to say what exactly was going through her mind when her eyes first fell on the photos. She slowly walked towards one of the photos hanging on the wall. Herself, Owen, two people she didn’t recognize. She touched the photo as if to check it was really there, before moving onto the next and the next one after that. As she slowly made her way around the room, stopping to examine each photo she came across, even the ones she wasn’t it, it became apparent that her and Owen had been a lot more than team mates. It all felt so surreal, seeing herself in so many photos with people and places she had no memory of. Then finally after several minutes of silence she turned towards Owen. “You know who I am.”