Once Again, Wanderer [Kita, Sabre]

Atop the back of the couch lied the pale arrancar, a position most certainly uncomfortable to many but certainly not to Kita. Even with Klein's reassurance, the past several days were mired with guilt and a sense of humiliation. He was gone right now, off to do something elsewhere, and thus she had decided to stay put and cause no trouble, regardless of how much the boredom and lack of stimulation ate at her mind. As much as she wanted to come for a hunt, whatever they were doing was beyond her capabilities, and if Klein was telling her it was dangerous, she certainly was listening this time.

The boring hum of garbage TV played in the room as Saber entered, along with a sight that would be startling for many to walk in on - her body was fully nude, not a hint of modesty or embarrassment crossing her features as her eyes darted to see who had intruded, unbothered by the sight of the small woman.

"Oh. Hello little one," A lazy tone stretched from the feline's tongue, "Klein is not home right now; whatever affairs you have with him will have to wait until he returns." A dull gaze looked Saber's way, unkempt hair spilling over the back of the couch.

The tigress lazily rolled into a more comfortable position to address the sudden intruder, an arm possessing scale-like patterns hanging off the back of the couch as half of her face was smushed against the top of the chair's backrest, her pupils ovular with her calm mood, fluctuations in width signifying her curiosity; the spiritual pressure of the little thing felt strangely familiar after all. The arrancar's words were listened to, Kita's head lifting to cant a bit to the side, though a deflated look crossed her features with Saber's mentioning of 'girlfriend'.

"..I am unfamiliar with that term," Her tone was mumbly but clear enough to be understood, "But if you are meaning to ask if I am 'Klein's woman', then yes, I suppose you can say something such as that. You do not have to hide, either. You are no threat to me."

Despite her declaring the smaller woman harmless, her gaze remained fixed on her as she came out from behind the door, less of eying prey and more trying to gain more information about the little horned thing as she spoke to her of what she was doing. With a large stretch that arched her back, turning her neck one way and another to relieve the strain, she would slide and turn herself upright, balanced perfectly on the edge of the backrest as she'd look down to the smaller Arrancar,

"Thinking. Or, attempting to," There wasn't much liveliness in her tone or even her face, looking to the side, "I wished to see how families worked elsewhere, but the glass is only telling me that they are... In dysfunction," A saddened look crossed her expression, "There is likely something in the cold box." Her head didn't even lift as she'd point a clawed finger to the kitchen, but she would look at Sabre with a hint of interest,

"Have we met prior?"

A normal woman likely would've taken such a question in all manner of ways, be it pure disgust, or a sense of elation, or perhaps even mischief and hinting... But Kita hardly blinked, her expression telling hardly anything of how she thought or felt toward that idea, before speaking, "He is all I have. My interests lie solely in being useful to him. If that is what he wishes we do, then..." A sigh and shake of head, "..He may be little and frail, but he has more sense than I. I trust his judgement over my own; my foolish mind was what led to my humiliation, after all."

Despite speaking on such with an assured tone, she didn't appear entirely happy with the idea - not unhappy with Klein, but rather herself, having lifted an arm in reference to her foolish actions.

"...Ah, I recall," She appeared a tad more stimulated for a moment, before slipping back into a more droll expression, as if pushing away thoughts and tendencies and smothering them before they have the chance to express. Her eyes looked ever more tired, her fingers and toes flexing as if they were itching claws, "I suppose one would call it 'being humbled'. That wretched snake put a horrid curse upon me with my defeat against her. I suppose it's natural - I cannot even keep my mind whilst fighting, all lost in a cloud of bloodmist."

Oh no.

Her pupils thinned into dark slits upon her golden eyes, tinted green by external influence as Sabre lifted her by the shoulders, her words like iron rakes. Her breathing quickly spiraled out of control, eyes wide as any guise of placidity melted away. She felt that too familiar fog come over her senses, a deadly stare burning on Sabre, the look of a predator hungry for prey's flesh, her breaths heavy until her hand suddenly flashed forward to grab the woman by the neck, the weight and force of her body knocking the both of them on the floor, white hair spilling over her shoulders as she hung over the smaller Arrancar, teeth bared and a growl rising in her throat,

"I am nobody's cow, I am nobody's woman, I AM..." Her gaze broke her's, drifting to look at her raised claw, panting as she'd force herself off of and away from Sabre, hastily running to the nearest wall, her teeth clenched as she'd begin banging her forehead against the surface with an increasing intensity, "Stop it, stop it, stop it, I am not getting lost again, I am not. I am not. I can't.. Lose again..."

Tightly holding her dominant hand, she'd stare hard at those clawed digits, her eyes squeezing closed "I am an Arrancar, I am an Arrancar, I am an Arrancar... My body is my body..."