Kate's head whips around as she stops the bag, the scream she's not screaming dying in her throat. Her lips curl in a snarl that she trusts Phoebe to know has nothing to do with her. Even though it does. It has everything to do with Phoebe being near the top of the list of things the island could take from her, near the strongest of the roots it could rip away. It's Kate's own fault, fucking stupid to have let them grow in the first place, but she's stuck with them now.

Until the day she's not.

"Yeah," she spits out, like pissing in the damned wind. "Feel like getting your ass kicked?" Or kicking Kate's. She's not sure which she wants more.