Caffeine...more of it.
She didn't get much sleep from the night before, since she was up later than usual with her meeting with the Mask and later talking to Matt about the encounter. Will made sure to wake her up at 5 a.m. for their usual run, and she would have extract revenge on him for jumping on her bed hitting a saucepan with a metal spatula at 4:45. She yawned as she fetched the pot of mediocre coffee from its heating dish and poured the dark roast into her mug and started to make her way back to her desk. No cream, no sugar, just plain black coffee. She hoped whoever made this batch at least made it well.
IT had finalized the transition of her computer to the new workspace beside Matt's desk. The picture of her with her brother and cousin, her paperweight, stapler, pen cup, and other trinkets were all in order for the most part, but she had quite a few files to arrange in the cabinets beside her. She yawned again and looked over at Matt's workspace. He had a sparse desk with specialized braille keyboard, and headphones connected linked into audio inputs to his monitor. Of course, thinking about him made her smile. She made a mental note, as his assistant, to maybe spruce up his space sometime.
The cuts on her face were still seen, but a lot lighter than they were before. The bruising had turned an ugly yellow color, which the medics told her was a good thing--since it meant it was healing. Regardless, she was still sore as hell.
Klaus hadn't been in either, nor was Cole. The office was steady but quiet, save the chatter from the Tech Pit. Their bullpen was empty, except for her and another agent, across the room. Her thoughts lingered on Klaus for a second and the dread pulled over her again. She hadn't spoken with him since the incident, and the time she'd seen him since then, she couldn't even look him in the eye. She wanted to find the right way to approach him, after assessing that he seemed like a wildcard; he could either blow up on her for whatever reason, maybe call her a fool for jumping into something with his best friend on their first 'date' after being assigned to work with him. Or, he could call her a fool because maybe there was something between--no. They were partners. They were the ones assigned to each other by their superior, and signed up for a professional relationship. No doubt, tension ran high between them, since their first encounter. But what good could even come from that?
She exhaled deeply and rubbed her temples some, shaking herself out of those thoughts.
Kat sat in her chair and pulled up her monitor to her emails, taking a sip of the bitter coffee in the process. She pulled the sticky note off of her monitor, which was a reminder to herself that she needed to finish her report on the attack in the alleyway. She set it on the stack of paperwork that was already halfway finished, which was next to her keyboard. As she clicked away, she saw an email from Agent Calloway and a few more from Geoffrey who had sent over a couple more videos of the Man in Black, including the footage she asked that he pull from her attack.
She regretted not grabbing a bagel when she was over in the breakroom, because it was going to be a long morning of analyzing this footage. Katarina sipped at her coffee, and then yawned.