Katie might have kept to herself and let them talk, but when the man - Kevin, he'd been called - mentioned his phone, Katie pulled her own out of her pocket. She'd forgotten she'd been carrying it at all, but it was such a routine to always keep it on her, just in case. "Oh, bugger. Mine's dead too." And probably permanently indented in her side. "Just got this thing, too." She sighed and shoved it back in her pocket. She'd have to get a new one when she got back in New York. She doubted a new battery would be the fix. She looked up at him and smirked, giving a slightly dry chuckle. "Hardly. We were both in the sickbay. Were you in the kitchen when it happened?" He'd said rogue kitchenware, and Katie couldn't imagine that to be good by any stretch of the imagination.