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( Being on the run isn't an enviable life, but it's the one she's stuck with right now. One wrong move, one show of powers in front of the wrong person and she spends weeks trying to get out of dodge, shake the tail of overzealous hunters.
Kate's travels lead her to a motel in the goddamn middle of nowhere, a few hours east of Las Vegas and nowhere near as fun. She's almost entirely sure that the sparsely populated street that's been given a name so it can pass for a town hasn't even heard of alcohol, but for the moment, she can't afford to be picky. It's been days since she's managed more than a couple of hours rest, always looking over her shoulder, never managing to settle down even while in a coach with nothing else to do.
You try to help and-
Well. Hunters always were spoken of with a slight reservation by the people she grew up with. They mean well, but-. Maybe Kate shouldn't have expected anything different. For now, this town is small and her hair's hidden under a hat she managed to find in the gas station as she finds a seat in a diner that stinks of day old grease and cheap coffee. The scrape of chairs being pushed out, the creak of the door as footsteps shuffle out get her to glance up, but it's nothing more than locals finished shovelling away fried meats and eggs.
She's done away with the bright hoodie she's been wearing since she scarpered out of her hometown and her hair's well and truly hidden under this hat. There's no way anyone's going to associate her with the pink-haired woman from before. She can relax. Order a coffee. Wait for the sun to go down and sleep for more than two hours before moving on. She'll likely never see her hometown again, nor this place, as quiet and dull as it is.
Strange to consider.
Half her coffee is gone by the time there's even the slightest noise outside of the staff talking to each other, the door creaking back open as the sun begins to hang low in the sky. Kate raises a hand over her eyes to track the woman who enters through the flood of warm light, staring just a little too long as she tries to make her out through all the brightness.
Sorry about that, stranger. She just needs to know. )
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