That is weird. But maybe not bad, exactly. Though I assume it will get bad, because everything here does. [ Kate lets her hands loll on the table, fingers bouncing slightly as they settle, no muscle strength to hold them still after the impact, slight as it is. She looks at the syringe, but doesn't protest.

She does hesitate at his question. Her lips purse like she's considering, the words an unpleasant taste in her mouth. They come out reluctant but firm. ] If I tell you it needs to stay confidential. Like completely one hundred percent between us.