"I think your enemy might classify you as a rebel." Kat's expression softened into something warm and kind. She understood not wanting to return home. Her home was a waste land that had to be rebuilt and Vergil, for all she knew, was dead.

She pushed the door to the inn open and a breath of warm air washed over them. "You'll find that it isn't so different here. Most people gather here. It's warm and there is probably an empty room upstairs. You'll have a safe place to sleep while you're getting your barrings here."

She hoped that this much helped.