[ It's still surreal, seeing those dead chunks of flesh at the ends of her arms. Kate has to force herself to keep staring at them, reminding herself that yes, those are really her hands. What's left of them. The tight clench of her jaw doesn't really stop the shudder that runs subtly through her. ]

Try anything you want. It's not like I have anything to lose at this point, is it? [ Everything she wants to do right now is impossible. Clench her fists until nails bite into her palms. Rub knuckles into her forehead and between her eyes. Scratch at the scar tissue just below her elbow where Mitchell ripped into her arm. She just sits unnaturally still, letting tension root her to the chair. Only eyebrows shift, lifting marginally. ]

I thought non-recon people had this, too. Sirius has got a dead ear.