History changed a lot of things but one thing Kate didn't believe it changed was people. People didn't change. They never changed. They just got better at hiding who they really were. She unwrapped her shawl from around her shoulders since they were inside and it was warm there. She slid on to a stool at the bar next to wherever he was standing. She smiled at the bartender and ordered a whiskey before she let her sharp eyes roam over the patrons like a hawk looking for her prey.
She didn't look at Doc as she said, "Yer an ol' dog, an' I know all yer tricks. Ya mighta died young but ya'd be lyin' if ya said ya didn't live life." she trailed off, almost speaking without realizing it, "Not a day goes by that I wouldn't trade all this immortality nonsense to just have one more day back at home." and she wasn't talking about where she lived before this, she meant back in their time, where they belonged. And for Kate, it was shockingly sincere. She didn't mean to be but Doc was the first person, hell, the only person, that came from 'home', the only one that understood what they'd left behind.