Sitting and waiting and not being able to do anything has never been Kat's strong suit. Though at least there isn't anything happening just on the other side of a door this time, it reminds her of both of Casey's exorcisms, knowing that there was something terribly wrong and nothing she could do about it. If she could, she'd have gone up there with Marcus without hesitation. She'd be too much of a liability walking into that kind of danger, though, not equipped enough to defend herself or make a run for it if need be. It wouldn't be worth the risk of him having to rescue her, too.

At least she knows she's safe in the house. The same can't be said for the friends she hasn't been able to reach, something that she first blamed on shitty cell reception, given everything, but is pretty sure now is something else instead. Knowing that certainly doesn't help as she tries to keep herself distracted, waiting for Marcus to come back, hoping he actually does.

When she hears the truck pull up, she jumps to her feet a bit more quickly than she should, not caring much about that as she makes her way over to the door and flings it open. "Hey," she says on a rush of an exhale, standing aside to hold the door for the pair of them. "Shit, I'm glad you guys got here okay."