Katerina arrives with a calm, direct presence, greeting Tyler as she steps inside after the door opens. She corrects her name gently when he calls her “Katalina,” repeating it until he gets it right. When he asks her to lock the door, she does it without hesitation, answering him in short, steady replies. She hands over her ID, reacts with a small laugh when he questions whether it’s real, and tells him he can scan it if he wants. She turns off her phone and places it in the box he points to, moving to the white couch when he gestures toward it. Each small instruction—locking the door, placing her things aside, sitting centered—gets a quiet response from her, the rhythm shaped by simple phrases like “Yeah,” “Okay,” and soft laughs that slip out between them. The middle stretch carries her deeper into Tyler’s direction, her voice tightening into shorter breaths and small sounds that answer whatever he’s guiding her through. Her replies thin into soft confirmations—“Yeah,” “Okay,” “Mm”—each one pulled out of her between the rising intensity of what she’s experiencing. The space fills with her breathing, her laughs breaking through when she catches a moment to steady herself, and the tone of her voice shifting as she meets the push and pull around her. Whatever she gives him, she gives without hesitation, letting the closeness shape her answers until the moment peaks and she falls into quiet, lingering breaths. Katerina regains her composure during the last stretch, laughing softly when Tyler speaks to her and answering him with warm, unguarded honesty. She talks with him about the “Living Dead Girl” reference on her skin, confirming the song and laughing each time he connects another dot. She answers questions about her age, the motto she used to follow, and the music she likes, her voice loosening as she sits back down. When Tyler tells her she looks good and mentions future opportunities, she responds with simple, steady agreement. As she stands to collect her things, she lets out one more soft laugh, a little out of breath, confirming she’s happy. Before leaving, she checks which door to use, and he points her to it while reminding her where her stuff is. She slips out with that last small laugh, the moment still warm between them.