After she left the hut, Kate had run into a lot of weird shit. People getting powers. People complaining they didn't get powers. People misusing their powers. People nearly killing themselves or other people with their powers. And on.

By the time she got to the showers, she'd had pretty much every emotion in her personal range about the whole thing and spent way longer in the shower than someone with her training should be doing when there was a crisis. She'd spent some time on the beach, too, playing catch with a nice guy who seemed to know a few thing and he'd steadied her out enough that she felt up to doing her job.

Now, she's stalking away from the Compound looking for Magnus, or Declan, or Will, or even Tesla, whoever she finds first, to round them up into a team, figure out what they need to do, and then split up again to do it. She's got on leather, knives, and a game face, and she dares anyone (anyone who doesn't know her as well as her team) to say she's not completely ready to deal with this.

...but she'll be really glad, really fucking glad if Will isn't a Cillobar.