The corners of Katie's mouth twitched, before a slight chuckle finally broke past her lips. "I'm a therapist," she said, grinning almost slyly. "Don't worry, I have no intention of intruding in on your vacation. I'm an art therapist to children. Unless you express your inner anguish through fingerpaints, I'm perfectly harmless." Well, not perfectly. Katie did consider herself the absolute wrong person to upset; in New York she was known for eloquently telling no few doctors precisely where they could shove their training and treatment of her patients. But this was a vacation. She was supposed to relax, and be on her best behavior.