Katherine had laughed upon being called Katherine, hand rising to attempt to cover the wide smile on her face. She suspected that if Evie hadn't already seen her now, the blonde would have a field day. She always seemed to be amused whenever Katherine wound up flirting with someone. Katherine simply would call it having some fun, Evie would say that she was on the prowl. And maybe her friend was right, especially since Katherine had caught herself in the beginning eyeing the male before her like something that needed to be consumed. Maybe because that was what she did - consume, take until there was nothing left. She was selfish like that. He looked like he'd let her be selfish and with enough drinks in her system, maybe she'd learn to not care for the night.
An eyebrow rose instinctively when her masked man made his declaration and the corner of Katherine's already uplifted mouth twitched with interest. Her eyes flickered to his mouth only momentarily when he had taken a drag of the cigarette, rising back to his as the ever-present smirk appeared on her face once more. "Well, you get a drink in me and maybe you'll get to find out," she retorted on demand and made a waving motion with her hand, signalling him to lead the way since she had clearly not seen where this supposed bar was located. "Lead the way, Zorro. Which is your new name, by the way. Surprised you don't even have the sword." Besides, if he was going to be allowed to give her a nickname for the night, then surely enough Katherine could do the same. After all, she wasn't the type to be outdone. Especially on a night such as this.
"I've learned in this lifetime that a sense of humor can be a refreshing thing," Sebastian said to Paige as they shook hands. He had always had a steady, somewhat firm handshake. Something he'd soften in the face of women and Sebastian...Sebastian had always been aware of how large he appeared. Sutton blamed it on their father's side of the family, his mother used to blame it on Sebastian being such a good boy who ate all of his vegetables. That was also when he was five and it was ridiculous for the thought to even cross his mind. Perhaps it was because Sebastian was trying not to distract himself with Paige Connery's eyes.
He had always liked the color green. It had been his favorite color as a kid and he had had a fuzzy pair of emerald green pajamas his father had hated, but his mother had no shame in letting him wear. But her eyes, especially in the night, were dark and green and vibrant as they caught a wayward beam from a nearby light pole. And she had such an uncertain grasp on his hand when they shook hands, shy - making her smaller hand seem that much smaller. He allowed himself to chuckle lightly at the memory of the memory of the delays, a hand rising to rub at the back of his head as if to wipe away the earlier frustration. "Yeeeeaahhhh, definitely not New York's finest hour, I can tell you that."
Sebastian would have asked briefly about herself, just to continue the small talk since they would have to work together, when Detective Connery glanced over to the store in question. Sebastian followed her line of vision and his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "More than that, the fact that, considering the violent nature of the death, no one was here to witness it or hear a thing," he added while running his eyes over the area. "Small town or no, there are always stragglers at shopping centers or at least in the surrounding neighborhood, regardless of unspoken curfews. Someone had to have heard...something." It truly was peculiar. Small town cases were typically ones Sebastian found that held the most complication, but Paige had a point. The camera should have caught something, the people who owned the footage should have reviewed it, and there was just a lot of questions for a night that only spelled trouble. But Paige brought his attention to another matter.
"Actually, I would like to check in. I highly doubt the morgue would be open this late anyway. Would you mind giving me a ride?" He asked, eyes turning back to her with a cordial, slightly warmer smile.