Kathryn lets go of Faolan now there's beer in his hand. Surely he wouldn't be so rude as to abandon a pretty lady after she's given him a drink?

Still, despite the look he's given her, Kathryn is all smiles. (And some questions — if they work together, does that mean Lancelot is also a guardian? Ugh, she shouldn't have broken it off. Oh well.) She just nods along, seemingly happy to keep trying to coax some semblance of niceness out of this poster child for dour Irishmen.

"So? How did you meet then?"