Ms. Sparrow
Queen of SHIIIPS
Katerina entered the beach home with a smug smirk, not even glancing at the inhabitants. She took a lengthy step inside, kicking the door shut behind her, a smirk playing at her lips. "Fancy, you could take Beyoncé here." Katerina commented to Alison, referring to the beach house. She had a pretty, honey sweet voice, despite her new look and attitude. Death could do that to a person. She looked at the inhabitants, some in which she recognized, others in which she didn't. "Andrew" being one of them. She smirked as he gave her a rude nudge, her vivid sea-green eyes following she could tell they were gonna get along peachy. At least something would be interesting here.
She was at Alison's side in a moment, "What's Judgy's history?" She questioned in a low voice so only Alison could hear, watching Andrew with his back to her. Her arms folded across her chest, an eyebrow raised in simple intrigue. She had nicknames for everyone, a humorous habit of hers. He seemed...broken. In some way. Like her, except she wasn't completely obvious about it.
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