"Don't freak out," She starts from the small kitchen table as you walk into her aunt's apartment, thanks to the help of mobile phones and an, all too dramatic, SOS message.

Kate, while trying to keep everything light, sounds utterly tired, eventhough she's moreso focused and worried about handling you. Today has been one of the greatest, and the worst, she'd say.

"So uh.. im sure the firemen told you," a weak grin comes from a partially split lip, "But yeah, our apartment burned down." She shrugs it off, wincing as she waits for whatever reaction is to come,

Too much has happened and she doesn't know where to start. What to feel. Her mom has a new guy and he's awfully suspicious, she doesn't have any money, not really, their apartment burned down, but she has a pet dog now, and met The Hawkeye (Clint, as she's allowed to call him),

Basically, she's in a rut, and can't tell if she wants to break down, or laugh, or just ask you to hold her at this point,

"But uh, i met Clint!" She pipes, "..Hawkeye." ..and elaborates. Eventhough she was sure you already knew who she was talking about. It's hard not to. Being the fanatic she is — your word not hers,

A soft wince, and she must've shifted the cold pizza box to an uncomfy place "Actually, um, i know you're mad," she can tell

"but.. can you help?" She asks, flashing you those puppy eyes. Now would be a good time to introduce you to the stray she picked up.