She's dignity and grace, she's Miss United States--. Well, two out of three, at the moment. Kate learned to smile with a stiff upper lip basically in the womb, and she smiles now, a politely slender thing that doesn't make it to her eyes. "I have other places to be," she says, shoving her feet into her shoes. It's efficient but not rushed. Rushing wouldn't send the message she's aiming for here.

She pulls on her shirt, tucks her gun into the back of her sweats. "I'm sure you'll find somebody else to play with. You don't need me, remember? And I need to wash my hair." She flashes Johanna another serene smile and turns her back, heading for the door.