Oh great. Some strange chick she's never met just joined the ever-increasing ranks of people who've seen her cry. And she's calling her 'sugar'. Christ.

Kate scrubs at her eyes with the back of her wrist before she turns to look. Some strange hot chick, she amends, but it doesn't make her feel much better. She's not the bury her face in a bosom and cry type, no matter how hot the chick attached is.

"Yeah, fine. Just having a monthly breakdown. Nothing to see here," she says, as darkly wry as she can. If there's one thing most chicks get, it's that Aunt Flo isn't exactly a welcome visitor.