An open book? Perhaps. Kate's good at reading people, mostly naughty schoolboys; however, with a price on her head it can mean the difference between life or death knowing what makes someone else tick. All right, maybe it's more the naughty schoolboy angle with Tommy. She doesn't have to use too many honed skills when he comes out and makes declarations like that one.

Her smile is bright, toothy in an appealing way. It reaches all the way to her eyes before she turns, chuckling, keeping her focus on the path.

"I ain't gonna lie, I've got a bit of a temper. I've pushed people's buttons before; not gonna say I won't ever push yours. But you don't need t'worry, I ain't about t'run off with my tail between my legs. I like talkin' t'you. It feels  —  familiar. An' if you come off strong, chances are I'll let you know it."

She defaults apologetic, but she's as stubborn as a mule when she wants to be; no woman can survive doing what she's doing without a strong will.

She glances at him.

"So how 'bout we keep doin' what we're doin', an' if I press a li'l too hard y'let me know before the fireworks start?"