"You'll have no disagreement of me there," Kate says with a soft, wry laugh. The heat is something one either gets used to, or doesn't. It's not that she desires it, certainly not when you have to get to work whether it's a hundred in the shade or cold enough for the frost to look like snow, but it's what she knows.

After he glances around the room - at the newcomer, at Miss Jo - and then falls silent, Kate doesn't immediately start the conversation again. She has things to ask, and practical, because those curtains are pinned up with what looks to be nails made out of bone and she badly needs a needle, but it's not an awkward silence.

Sometimes, it's nice to simply be in another's company.

So, for now, she keeps her mouth closed and enjoys the company as she watches the room.