Seb walked out the front door. Once he was out of sight, Kitty slowly pulled herself out of the wreck she had caused. She took a step back and observed all that she had done here. There was enough doubt in her head that she could lift the shelves that she decided not to try, instead opting to step around them, making her way around the back of the room. There, she picked up her bag with some difficulty. Kitty wasn't sure that she had remembered it feeling so heavy, given what was inside. Stumbling back and forth, she tried her hardest to avoid colliding with any more furniture, before eventually winding up with her two feet planted just inches away from the side of the body.
Though it was covered by a jacket, Kitty felt as if the body was staring at her, boring a hole in her skull. She stood there for a moment, gently swaying back and forth like a tree in the wind, blown about by a stronger wind current than earlier, unsure what to say.
"Uh," she said, reaching up to scratch the back of her head.
The corpse did not move.
"You were...good?" Kitty offered up. In all honesty, she had not planned out this far.
The corpse still did not move. Kitty gave the body a light tap with her foot. The feeling of its weight shifting back and forth, the torso still full of fluid despite how much had leaked out all over the place, almost made her throw up.
"Show some more compassion."
Again, with the buzzing! She swatted at the air around her ears, looking to swat whatever human-sounding fly was messing with her. The corpse was already starting to draw in bugs, she concluded, taking a few steps away from Aaron, right through a still-wet blood trail. Looking down at her shoes with even more dread, she tried rubbing the blood off on the floor. This managed to get some of the more watery blood off, but stains remained, streaking her white shoes red. She turned to go, making to follow Seb out the door and towards whatever cramped and confined space they'd watch another perfectly normal guy get ripped to pieces in.
But as she walked closer to the exit, she turned her head, and caught another glimpse of Aaron, and found herself sighing and walking back towards him. She looked over his body for a few more seconds, even more sure that she was unsure what it was she'd be saying.
It wasn't entirely her choice to be standing there. Whatever had been guiding her feet had been guiding them into the wrong place, and yet, it was not altogether unfamiliar.
"Thanks," she said finally, almost (almost) out of obligation, her shoulders slouching as she turned away.
With that, she walked out into the sun, ignoring the increasingly loud and angry buzzing in her ears, and met with Sebastien, and off they went.
[Kitty Gittschall continued in Void of Course