Kate's head jerked back, eyes wide as she simultaneously jump away from the shower of alcohol. Her own drink sloshed back and forth, waves teasing the brink of her glass before it settled and she decided to step forward, blinking, holding an extra napkin out for him. The daggers he was shooting (or arrows, ha ha...ha) with his eyes caused her to slowly retreat though and in turn, smile apologetically for her abrupt frankness--granted Clint was being kind of dramatic, but she didn’t mean to freak him out or anything. The question seemed innocent to her (Kate really was just curious), but clearly she’d misjudged, sorry. She’d say it’d never happen again, but that was pretty unlikely.
Thankfully her outspokenness hadn’t sent him walking away all pissy, so once that crazy episode subsided Kate nodded, okay, wow, pals, got it, and to the segue happily obliged, chuckling, “At the top of my head, no more early morning economics classes ever. It’s awful. Like, really awful.” Nose wrinkled, Kate dropped her gaze, fingers pressed against her lips as a giggle fluttered behind them. After a moment, she glanced back up to Clint, grinning and added, “Besides the goals I have for myself, I try to do things I’ve never done before. Earlier this year while I was in Europe I dove off a cliff with some classmates. Ever done that?”