UGH. That sets Kate off all over again, worse than before. Her fists clench at her sides, and then one slips up into her pocket to wrap around her knife. The truth is, she doesn't think he did it. There's something off, Druitt's off, but he hasn't slipped at all. He's hardly even raised his voice at her.

But that... making Will do his therapy. Kate grits her teeth and shakes her head like a punch-stung fighter as they move off "Damn I hate that guy."