She's been in so many fights, both major and minor, but none of them have affected Kate in this way. The video, the hints of what really happened once the CiD stopped recording, should have been a warning she didn't ignore. She knew what happened to that woman, even before Jennings had the truth wrung out of him. Pushing it to the back of her mind only served to have it rush forth when the night was over. Sleep hasn't been easy, not with the nightmares she used to have coming back to her, the ghost of the smell of a long-haired man she never saw coming for her invading her nostrils. How things ended honestly didn't help. Being outvoted surely did not help her feel like she crossed her morals for justice. Justice never meant shedding blood until there was a permanent end.

Entering the bar after holding the door open for a drunken businessman to stumble out, she pauses there to glance around the room, not quite sure who she should be looking for. It's not like she texted Steph soon after she received Jason's message to ask what this guy looked like, if Steph even knew to begin with. Kate, herself, looks a little different than that night. Her hair is much shorter now, grazing her jawline, a change she hoped would throw her off the Militia's track just in case. Dressed in jeans, ankle boots, and a hunter green pea coat, she looks like any young woman coming in for an early drink. No vigilante who patrols the street at night, no person who disagreed with how to deal with a man who couldn't care less about her or people like her, no person who is silently slipping back into her old thinking patterns that she thought had she forgotten. Kate, for all intents and purposes, is just a librarian right now.

It's a good image to portray.