Today had been a long day. Klaus had spent much of it with the wolf, Cedric, trying to get somewhere with him while Kat watched from off scene except when she hadn't. The other part, he'd spent trying to work on his part of the report he knew he would need to make so he could submit it by tomorrow, which meant his mind had attempted procrastination in any way it could. After all, the best work was done with a fire lit under his butt at the last minute just as had been the case during school. Sometimes, anyway. The main problem was that there was the little issue with Kat. She'd seemed out of it, different. Something had been off, and while first instinct had been to go to Jones to note the incident, part of him was conflicted. After all, he did like Kit Kat well enough. She was a thorn in his side, a kink in his style, but she still was an alright girl. He didn't want her to get into trouble, which she might if he went to Jones. However, they needed an understanding, and being a rat would only create a chasm in their fledgling little agenty partnership.
So, Klaus was standing by the doorway out to the elevators leading to the underground garage waiting for Kat now that they were off. He tried to look casual, leaning against the wall, but his eyes were alert and searching. They needed to talk, and he was not about to let her duck out on him. He'd take her to dinner or something. They could go dutch if it made her more comfortable. But they needed to talk sooner rather than later, and after they talked, he'd make a note about it in his journal where he wrote whenever the need arose. This mention would be necessary in case this became a recurring issue. If they couldn't reach a conclusion, he'd have no choice but to bring it up with Jones.
Seeing the blonde in the crowd, Klaus stood and walked toward her. "Oy, Kit Kat!"