To be fair, ever since that last time with Remy and Emma, she had begun to pay closer attention to what walls she wandered through. It wasn't exactly a difficult feat, other than when it came to the White Queen, but that was merely because boundaries weren't exactly their forte. No. Her efforts there were merely for Remy's sake. With everyone else, she tended to be considerate, outside of phasing in her sleep. She'd just been distracted today is all.
Already trying to figure out how to pin this on Pete, Kate watched the scene play out in front of her like a fucking scene in a comedic movie. She tried, really tried, to contain her laughter, but as soon as he slipped and fell onto his ass? All bets were off. Covering her mouth with her hand, she nearly barreled over in hysterics.
It took the entire sequence of him fumbling around for his dignity for her to pull herself together. Wiping at her eyes, she attempted to even the breaths burning her lungs from the fit of laughter. "Fucking hell. Whew. Thanks, I needed that."
"As nice as your pale ass is," she began - making the entire situation worse by getting comfortable with a lean against the wall. "Good for Buffy, by the way. I wasn't exactly looking for a show. Guess I wasn't paying attention. My bad?"
"And all of your clothes are absolutely the same."