His appearance is, Kate thinks, not going to go away any time soon. He'd told her. He'd told her, and she'd tried to imagine, but it's so different. So... so strange. Somewhere in her, she's aware that she'll have to come to terms with how he actually looks, and goodness gracious but she'll have to learn to kiss him all over again.

Yet, not now. Not when they've just been tumbled from one strange world to a strange mirror of it. Not when he's soaked to the bone. Not when he's so, so bloody wary of her turning away from him. That she cannot stand. Everything else, she'll deal with.

"Our stuff's still there," she murmurs. "Dunno how or why, but it is. Miss Hoppity's all spittin' mad, though."