[ kate thinks if anyone can make burlap look good, it'd be peter. and that's definitely her bias talking here; this is the same woman who'd grown smitten with peter's hobo chic, after all.

at the mention of her partner, though, her nose wrinkles on reflex. ]

Definitely do not want to think about Clint when I'm half naked on your bed and I hate you put that thought in my head.

[ her expression softens after a second, indicating her scorn isn't all that genuine. she leans back on her hands and stretches out her legs in front of her, crossing one ankle over the other as she starts to settle and does her best to ignore the camera, just like peter's said. it's harder than she thought it would he, so she tries to just lose herself in their conversation. ]

The stakeout was a bust, which you probably already figured out. Third night in a row the subject didn't show, but my client's pretty adamant this bar is a frequent haunt.

[ she pauses to nibble on her lower lip a little, idly watching her toes wiggle in her thought. she never really knows how much to say whenever she has one of her private detective cases — patient confidentiality and all — but peter's... peter. it feels weird not to be completely honest with him, even if it is part of the job.

she glances at him after a moment. ]

You ever wonder what you'd be doing if you weren't doing the hero thing?