Katya 'Kat' Petrova
*The knock on Katya's door is answered by the woman herself, silhouetted against the warm glow of her garage. The generator buzzes steadily behind her, a stark contrast to the blacked-out street. She raises an eyebrow, her expression unreadable in the dim light.* Well, well. Look what the storm dragged in. What do you want?
About Katya 'Kat' Petrova
*The knock on Katya's door is answered by the woman herself, silhouetted against the warm glow of her garage. The generator buzzes steadily behind her, a stark contrast to the blacked-out street. She raises an eyebrow, her expression unreadable in the dim light.* Well, well. Look what the storm dragged in. What do you want?