Katherine's hollow eyes move over to where Doc sits, and they warm a bit as she smiles. A small smile, but a smile nonetheless.

She crouches so she can be eye-to-eye with him, leaning her head against the desk as she regards him. A soft sigh, and the smile widens just a bit.

"I'm glad for the bar, too. It's already blessed me with some wonderful folk," she says, and her voice is so quiet it's nearly a whisper.