"You're also a qualified therapist?" It's meant nicely even in the defensive snark of it all, her brows raising slightly and lips almost, almost getting to a good-humoured smirk. An instinctive reaction that lets Kate pull her walls up, just a bit, before this gets way too fucking personal for anyone to handle, least of all her.
"I'm fine," she adds, choosing to stay against the counter and shifting her hands into her pockets. "For certain values of that word." The ones that mean she'll be a wreck for the moment but elect to keep it from looking too obvious. Better to focus on other things than visions of corpses dancing in her head, like the fact that somehow this has all gone far easier than she hoped. That words managed to make their way out before she bristled and rolled into an emotional ball. She's somehow survived giving out information freely - well, free-ish - and kept the urges to drop back into old, closed off habits mostly at bay.
Maybe there was something more to her time in Denmark than simply learning to cope with her fears.
His last question elicits a pause, a momentary shift from her position at the counter to walk aimlessly around the office before answering. "Saying don't tell is obvious, right?" Not for everyone, she knows that for sure, but if anyone in this dump gets the fact that some things should be shared by the subject alone, it's the guy who turns into the Grinch's 'roid raging older brother every now and again. She shrugs, "Just keep me busy." Or she'll have to keep herself busy, and the shelves will probably be reorganised five times per day.
what's it like, having a quiet character...
"I'm fine," she adds, choosing to stay against the counter and shifting her hands into her pockets. "For certain values of that word." The ones that mean she'll be a wreck for the moment but elect to keep it from looking too obvious. Better to focus on other things than visions of corpses dancing in her head, like the fact that somehow this has all gone far easier than she hoped. That words managed to make their way out before she bristled and rolled into an emotional ball. She's somehow survived giving out information freely - well, free-ish - and kept the urges to drop back into old, closed off habits mostly at bay.
Maybe there was something more to her time in Denmark than simply learning to cope with her fears.
His last question elicits a pause, a momentary shift from her position at the counter to walk aimlessly around the office before answering. "Saying don't tell is obvious, right?" Not for everyone, she knows that for sure, but if anyone in this dump gets the fact that some things should be shared by the subject alone, it's the guy who turns into the Grinch's 'roid raging older brother every now and again. She shrugs, "Just keep me busy." Or she'll have to keep herself busy, and the shelves will probably be reorganised five times per day.