Ok, she wouldnâ€™t completely deny that she was slightly curious about all of this. Perhaps it was something that women never grew out of. There was something amusing about Eric, and even if they were going to eat at a fast food place, she didnâ€™t mind. Kat wanted to see what he was all about even if she didnâ€™t really have that kind of interest in him. In other words, she was testing him, making sure he was alright enough for them to be partners, maybe friends in the end. This was nothing new of course because she always does this whenever she gets paired with a new partner; she always wants to see if they really can pull his or her own weight no matter whatâ€™s going on. How different they were from their work personality when they were relaxing.<br/><br/>Kat wasnâ€™t that much different. Old habits again. She was so use to standing up straight and being so serious that sometimes people wondered how she was able to even have the slightest bit of fun when she did. Even her grandfather would always tell her to slow down.<br/><br/>Honestly, she did know a really good place in first class that was a little pricy but the food was worth it, but she didnâ€™t mind fast food. She supposed it wasnâ€™t that important where they ate. After all, if expensive things mattered then this wouldnâ€™t be a great start to their possible friendship; Kat felt that price was not important and it was the thought that counted. â€œNo, really, I donâ€™t mind at all,â€ she gave him a reassuring smile. â€œAs your current superior,â€-she even felt good saying it-â€œI say you shouldnâ€™t worry about it; itâ€™s the thought that counts, right? Besides, all the places I know are too expensive, they really should consider that not everyone on this ship is filthy rich...â€<br/><br/>She began walking, gesturing for him to lead the way. It was relieving knowing he didnâ€™t mind being her partner so long as she could â€˜handle himâ€™. As men did often try to pick her up, she has had her fair share of bad experiences with them. Eventually she just learned that men would be men and that was that; some grew up and some didnâ€™t. That went for women, too, of course but most of the time she could care less. Even with a partner she always looked out for herself, pushing herself a little too hard sometimes. She could be rash, a little finicky and definitely strict, but she wasnâ€™t without a soul obviously. She did know how to be lenient, at least when she wanted to. They would probably get along just fine.<br/><br/>â€œI canâ€™t say for sure how much sanity I have left, anyway,â€ she added, smiling at him over her shoulder. â€œMight as well get comfortable with each other, right? Better to get along than be enemies, but keep in mind that your balls are in danger if you piss me off.â€ Even if she was just teasing him right back with the latter, with all sheâ€™s been through that might be half true. Surely everyone had a hint of insanity in them, no matter how small it was or what form it was in.