Her eyes close, not shutting him out, not at all. She's just appreciating his weight over her. Chilling with the relief of not feeling like she'll fly away with one strong gust of wind.

She tips her head back, stretching her neck and offering it while she twines her legs with his. Maybe she's not going to say Look, Ma, no marks but she's thinking it. Except... It's not really a smartass move. Kate's trying damned hard not to say C'mon, babe, give me yours.