'Nosy' was just another thing to add to Kate's list of observations. She wasn't even going to grill him for it, it wasn't like he'd seen anything questionable; if in any event she did have something that would spark that kind of interest, Kate knew how to hide it well. Including naked photos--which she didn't have, stop it--but regardless she didn't know how they'd even made that leap. Tony obviously didn't follow the Onion metaphor, but neither did Tommy really, who seemed like the strongest comparison for this instance. Granted this was pretty mild, at least Tony wasn't going into detail about his supposed photo sexcapades, or inviting her to be apart of them, which she hoped would never be a possibility, like, ever.
The point was, she hardly took those kind of statements seriously and in fact, wasn’t hugely affected by it. Kate definitely let Tony know that too, staring him down continuously. “Right,” she chuckled, wearing a cynical half-smirk. “Are you familiar with the DB jar?” It was also known as the douchebag jar, something she had come up with with Cassie one night when the guys were saying stupid things. Stupider than usual anyway, there had to be something in the water that day, seriously. They’d made a lot of money from that actually and they’d always joked that they had enough to start a charity. A nostalgic smile ghosted across her lips as she stepped out of the elevator before he could answer, and swept back any loose strands of hair that had escaped her updo.
She stayed close to Tony, not even knowing who was there and feeling oddly out of place. It was probably the outfit. She didn’t even need to be wearing it anymore, a change of clothes would’ve been useful. “I look like your secretary,” she commented with a small touch of amusement.