Kate took her seat and imitated the woman's position, glancing around as to be aware of her surroundings. Sitting amongst a group of prisoners wasn't exactly relaxing, but Kate guessed as long as they kept their hands and dirty looks to themselves, she would do the same. Swiping wisps of hair from her face, Kate sat up straight, ready to exercise this stillness that the others seemed to be struggling with. It wouldn't be a problem; she wasn't like Tommy who was pretty much a spaz. Years of cello playing, fencing, and being a Bishop--shoulders back, Katherine--kept her posture refined. At the same time, it was the posture of a girl who liked to be in control.
At her question, Kate dropped her gaze into her lap to briefly mull it over. She knew she wanted to figure out why the woman looked familiar, though that didn't count and Kate didn't need to meditate for that, she could just ask. But Kate was obviously there, too, because she figured that sitting there might help her in some way that running couldn't, and didn't need to think hard at all to come up with, "Some peace of mind" as her answer. Kate subconsciously folded her arms over her chest; open to the benefits of what the woman had to offer here, but also distrusting.