Kitane keeps moving towards the door, her ears lightly pinned back against her head. As she reaches the door, she felt a slight change in the air pressure and rolls out of the way before the door's blown off its hinges. Standing in the door is a fairly tall man with a bazooka. He looks at Kitane, who's now up against the wall. Fear fills her eyes, but she doesn't allow it to move to any other part of her. She reaches for the sword at her hip, standing. "Who're you?" She asked, uncertain. The man looks over his sunglasses at her.
"Kitane, you don't remember me?" He asked. Kitane shakes her head.
"If you're from my past life, I have holes in my memory, so I don't remember anyone from then. Except for my family." She explained, her eyebrow raised. He laughs slightly.
"You disappeared from Germany and I track you here. This is the greeting that I get." He grumbled, rolling his eyes and putting the bazooka at his back.
"I'm terribly sorry, but I think Atticus is going to be pissed that you blew off his door." She says, pointing to the small bits left on the floor.