Not really one to judge anymore (because, let's be real, even as a self-proclaimed Christian before she'd left Bethel, all Kate seemed to notice when she looked back on those days is how judgey she could be), Kate shrugged and held out her hand to the much taller woman.
"Kate Fuller. And trust me, you didn't scare me. Just wasn't expecting to find anyone else out here. Let alone someone who can fly." Up close and personal, the woman looked phenomenal. Right up Seth's alley, she'd wager.
"Nothing fruitful. A dock back down that way. Graveyard. Lotta woods." Her Texan accent colored the way she spoke, telling more about her than much else could.