She'd like to wake up. She hasn't mentioned how much she drank, but it was a lot. Enough to make her sleep and then some. But this isn't a nightmare about Joe. There is no burning inn, her big brothers aren't dying. This is just something strange and chilling and she wants to wake up.

She knows she's awake, though. Fairly convinced. Time is moving too slowly to be anything else.

So Kate just offers Cougar a faint, crooked smile. Acknowledgement and understanding of his apology.

"The buildings," she starts as she gets to her feet, "they are liveable? I mean, they are safe?"

He is right about the clothes, though. She knows she shouldn't catch a chill, and knows there's weight in the pack on her back. But she doesn't want to stop and look in it until she's somewhere more secure.