Kathy started a little at the sound of the knock, having been sitting on the floor playing with the radio. It was rather entertaining, tuning into one station and then back to the other, going from 'rock' to 'rap' to 'classical'...which happened to be her favorite, of course. And then there was 'country music', which she enjoyed due to the dialect in which it was sung. Though she knew the accents were referred to as 'western' and 'southern', the sound was both interesting and unfamiliar to her ears.
Looking up at Katara, the little girl smiled and nodded. "'Course!" she rose to her feet and sat at the edge of her bed, noticing only then that she had yet to change out of her pink nightgown. Laziness, her parents would have called it, and most improper.
Fortunately, she no longer cared.
"How are ye, Katara?" she asked politely, although her concern was genuine. Even through her soft demeanor, Kathy could tell something wasn't quite right.