Someone was obviously butt-hurt. Kate didn't understand why at this point; if he knew what was going on, then the solution was as simple as asking the lady to stop. He didn't have to suffer. But telling him that would probably spark a pointless argument; that, or a boot out the Tower. Regardless, Kate was over the matter the second Clint started walking and she followed, giving the foyer one last glance before she stepped into the elevator.
"Eight.” Kate added, “But there are only three of us in this universe, to date. We don’t know if the others were transported over or if they’re still back home.” They didn’t know anything, whether their remaining teammates were alive or dead, which made the situation, to Kate, all the more stressful. She missed them more everyday. “You’ll meet Billy eventually, I’m sure.”