She takes it the intended way, not to worry, and is totally unbothered by how surly Faolan is being. Not one iota. Kathryn has an iron grip on his arm as she retrieves a couple of beers for the two of them.

"I'm sure that's not true!" She beams as she hands him a bottle, "we'll start easy. How do you and Lancelot know eachother? Do you work together, or...?"