Tightening her towel at the sound of another voice was nothing more than instinct. As was the tightening of her fingers on the stake.
Upon realizing that it was another young woman, her hold on her towel loosened, but her hold on her stake did not. Just because someone looked like they could be one thing didn't mean that they couldn't be something else, after all.
"Not at all. Go ahead," she stated, nodding towards the opposite seat. "I'm Kate." The Texan accent in her voice hadn't disappeared in the time she'd spent with the boys in Mexico. She was who she was. Texan church roots, Culebra killer, and all. Hell, she was pretty sure her daddy would be rolling in his grave if he knew just what she'd done since she had to kill him.