She takes the knife from him carefully. Not the care of unfamiliarity, but the care of someone who has used knives all her life and respects a good tool.

"I understand," Kate says, tiling the blade this way and that, her eyes sharp as she looks over it.

"I should make one of these, too. Sharpen it. It'd be useful for a lot."

She likes her kitchen knives. She wants, as far as she can, to save them for the important task of food. Particularly after she put so much effort restocking it after she arrived.