Kate hops up on the chair next to him. Yeah, she's still sober-ish enough to hop. Sober-ish enough to still get served, too, when she nods and asks for a beer before answering Steve.

"Okay," she says, a verbal shrug to match the physical one. "Can I ask you something personal?" Sober-ish enough to know it's a good idea to ask permission, drunk-ish enough to do it.