"Don't know how well the wine will go with what's on offer, but I think everything's better with wine anyway. Placing the bottle near the other drinks, before turning back towards where William should be bringing her supplies. Either blatantly ignoring whatever else Kitty Kate says, or taking it as her due.
"You can say hand. I wont go into cardiac arrest because someone says 'hand.'" looking at the poor, floppy puppy that was Lucas, "In fact." eyeing everything William brings from his car, with a hungry sort of devotion, "I might need you boys to say hand and maybe arm, a whole lot today." tapping her fingers against the case, eyes trailing to her pinned sleeve.
"Oh, dear, Will." she says, close running a hand her only hand. along the case of her supplies. "This just means there's been a declaration, and the certainty of a harder hunt. Something worth the effort. Perhaps one that actually gets the blood pumping, yes?"
ignoring how the blood pumped and squirted and sprayed. How it was hot and cold against her face as she stares in horror, hearing her arm smack against the wall.
Denial, yes. Cleopatra, always.
A laugh and a smoulder, as William let's this....well. Grizzle Adams worked, new face, know to kindly fuck off. She needed William and Lucas' eyes on her case, feeling up her stump and putting their dextrous fingers and mechanical skills to work.