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General Tourmaline hadn't really been thinking when she teleported away from her the scene of her fight against the fuchsia senshi and his stupid cat. If she had she might have wound up somewhere more familiar-- her own home, perhaps, or maybe even her room at the manor. Instead she found herself wide-eyed and wild in an unfamiliar room. A bedroom?

As her mind began to settle into thinking about something other than the dull ache everywhere, she reached for a lamp on the nightstand. The light illuminated stinging splotches of skin that felt like she'd touched a hot pan straight from the oven along with the room itself. Tourmaline knew where she was, understood that she was somewhere safe, and let her guard fall. General Tourmaline began to fade back into the shadows, layers of leather armor rippling away until all that remained with angry eyes and a tear stained face was Katrina.

After a moment spent sitting on the floor trying to catch her breath, Katrina pulled herself up to her feet. A gasp parted her lips as the loose fabric of her shirt brushed against skin that had been heated too much by the metal of her gauntlets. It was late, late enough that Kian was probably sleeping, and she didn't want to wake the master of the house if she could avoid doing so. How would he even react to knowing she'd essentially broken in?

Her eyes closed, face scrunching as she heard movement on the other side of the door. If she'd thought that she could turn the light off fast enough to keep herself from being spotted she would have. Knowing she couldn't, she simply cursed as the door swung open, bracing herself for whatever scolding might be coming her way.

"For what it's worth I didn't exactly know this was where I was going to end up when I teleported." She intended to have a bit of sass to her tone, and likely would have smirked if it didn't feel like it was taking effort to stand. When powered up to General Tourmaline everything had seemed more superficial and less painful. Now? As Katrina? She just wanted to slide back to the floor and stay there.

"No." Her tone was firm as she jerked away from him, spring green eyes narrowing as her gaze lifted to his face. "It's fine. I'll be fine... We heal faster than usual. I-- I'm sure it would've been fine by now if I'd stayed powered up..."

Kat glanced down at her arms, glad that her fingers were at least fine and nothing severe had happened to her hands. The red patches felt like a bad sunburn where the metal had heated against her skin, but there really wasn't a way to explain any of that to a doctor. "It was too late to avoid the attack by the time I realized it was coming. I thought I'd be able to just tumble through it, but... Lesson learned, right?"

"They can't find out." Kat wasn't sure what her father would do, other than raise hell and cause a scene that would make things even harder on her mother than they already were whenever her name came up in the house. She knew that things between her parents tended to be easier when they weren't arguing about her and whatever her evening activities might be.

Wouldn't it just be worse if they found out someone else was footing her medical bills?

"It hurts." The last time she'd been around that much fire was when... The dragon. The youma that Aluminite had shielded she and Sailor Dia from, taking the burns upon himself while keeping them safe. Katrina could feel tears stinging her eyes again. "I swear to god, if I ever see that senshi again."

As tempting as it was to jerk away again, she forced herself to remain still as his arm slid around her again. Her movements were awkward as she was shuffled towards the doorway, eventually gaining enough stride that she could draw away to move on her own.

"I'll meet you out at the car, then..." Katrina took another step away from in, attempting to regain a little bit more composure as she glanced his way. She didn't know why he was being so nice to her, but it was appreciated, especially considering she had broken into his home. Not wanting to overthink it, she attempted to push the thoughts from her mind as she headed down the stairs to the garage.

"Thank you," she murmured softly once she was settled with the towel over her arms. The damp, cool cloth felt heavy against her skin, but incredibly soothing at the same time. That Kian was acting so calmly and coolly with everything was helping her to settle as well.

"Are you sure that telling them that I work for you is really the best idea? I'm not exactly dressed like hired help at the moment..."

"If you were my father I wouldn't be sitting here in the car with you." She snorted softly, closing her eyes as she tilted her head back against the head rest. If Kian were her father and not himself he would have been yelling and she would have gotten right back out of the car. She was also fairly certain that Kian wasn't old enough to be her father-- or if he was then he would have sired her at a very young age.

Nothing that she wanted to be thinking about, honestly.

"I really didn't mean to just show up at your place... Not this late at night, at least. I've been trying to be a little bit more courteous." She wanted to brush her bangs away from her face, but couldn't with her arms wrapped. Instead she blew a puff of air at them, sending strands of hair fluttering.

Without thinking about it she tilted her head towards his touch, which was gone before she knew it. Her lips pursed together into a slight, mostly unintentional sulk. It wasn't like she needed the attention... Not from him, at least.

"I still don't entirely know how I wound up at your place. It's not like I was thinking about you, or the ice storm or your guest bedroom." Kat snorted softly, closing her eyes as she leaned back once more.