Kate pushed her way to the bar. If she seemed in a bit of a hurry, it was because she was. Her right hand was pressed hard enough against her left wrist that her knuckles were turning white. She tried to get the bartenders attention. "Excuse me, could I get a few napkins please?" Kate smiled politely.

She really needed something to catch the blood before she made her way to clean up her hand. There weren't any napkins at her table.