The others had rushed the vampire away before Kate could even get out of the van. Walking wearily into the stairwell, she descended to her room.
The Watchers and all in training had been given rooms near the central room. She knew she'd be debriefed soon, but she needed a break.
Unlocking her door, she barely glanced around her sparse one-room 'apartment'. Throwing her coat on the floor, she went into the bathroom. Locking the door, she made sure to set her stake on the edge of the tub.
She would never forget when they'd been testing her reflexes, and had sent a vampire prisoner in to attack her while taking a bath. She did not want to repeat that experience ever, ever again.
Thirty minutes later, she wiped the steam from the fogged mirror. Pulling her wet hair into a ponytail, she quickly dressed into the requisite gray skirt and top. Opening her door, she went to her bed.
Pulling her books off the nightstand, she quickly organized them into which she wanted to study tonight.
After that was done, she grabbed the phone. "Eleanor, I'll take whatever the staff can bring," she said. Satisfied that there would be food waiting for her in her room (though goodness knew if it would be edible) when she got back, she left her room.
Travers was waiting for her when she entered the room, and he quickly gave her an appraising smile.
"Nice work," he complimented, but Kate didn't respond. He motioned with his glass, and when she nodded, he poured a glass of brandy for her as well.
He handed her drink to her, motioning for her to sit. "So what's happening with the vampire?" she asked abruptly, not able to beat around the bush.
Quentin shrugged. "We've set him up in one of the examining rooms," he answered cryptically, brushing lint off his jacket coat.
Kate recognized the evasive tactic. "Did he give us any useful information as of yet?" she questioned, and his gaze sharpened on her.
"No. In fact, he quite passed out when he was removed from the van. We'll interrogate him later," he said with a dismissive tone.
Kate fought her anger. Typical- she was never kept informed on her missions. Well, this one was different. "I want to make sure Mac didn't die for nothing," she said harshly, and Travers' eyes softened a bit at the man's name.
"As do I," he said, with a steely resolve. The look in his eyes sent a frisson of fear up Kate's spine.
"Will you kill the vamp afterwards?" she asked, trying to keep her tone light. Vampires were evil, cruel creatures. But something about this one intrigued her, much though she detested admitting it.
He eyed her carefully. "Do you care?" he asked, and Kate tried not to waver under his shrewd glance. Finally, she settled for a careless shrug.
"Just wondering if I'll be part of the extermination team," she replied, making her voice flippant.
Quentin laughed, as he finally seated himself across from her. "You're something else, Kate," he said, still chuckling through his words. "Now, about this magick you've taken an interest in," he began, picking up his books.
"I think I have someone who you'd like to work with," he said, and Kate leaned forward eagerly.