Kate glares at her with all the bedraggled, wounded dignity of a cat fished out of a water trough, but it isn't personal. It's as personal as her foot-stamp, as her shouting, which is to say: it's all directed at their captors.

Well.

Maybe a little bit of it is at Miss Gibson, and the need to be sensible and pragmatic.

"No, I am not," she says, finally. "You look at be about the same, is that so, Detective Gibson?"

(It could be progress, her using the woman's title. Or it could simply by that, grudgingly, she accepts that a policewoman may be useful in cases of kidnapping - which is also progress.

It's progress.)