"Yeah?" Kate sits back, letting him go to lean on the bar and cross her legs. She takes a long drink while she looks him over again. She gets the sense there's more there. Something he's not saying, but he can have his secrets. Whatever they are. She doesn't need them and she's sure as fuck not sharing hers.

"Why'd you do it? How'd it feel? What happened?" It's clear from how she's asking, the smirky little drawl that she's not asking for her health. She's making a point.