Rebekah heard the footsteps but didn't react to them. After all, it wasn't as though anyone could really hurt her. There was no heartbeat in the approaching person, so that implied vampire, and she was among the strongest around. The only ones equal to her were, of course, her siblings.
And when Kol spoke, Rebekah relaxed, glancing up at him when he sat down next to her. Of all her siblings, he was probably the only one she wasn't at least slightly annoyed at right at that moment. Kol was the least complicated of them all, in many ways. Hedonistic, funny and more content with himself than the rest of them. And Rebekah loved him fiercely. Her bickering with him was different to the others, being closer to his age than theirs. It was as though they'd never lost that childish edge with each other, and she wouldn't change it for the world. Even when their screaming at each other had caused minor panics in the towns they had been in on occasion. When he had died, it had felt like a stabbing pain in her own heart, far more than when Finn had died.
"Nothing," she half mumbled her reply to his question, though she was very aware than she did, indeed, look like a wreck. Had anyone else pointed that out to her, she probably would have been offended, but Kol could get away with it. She shifted slightly, resting her head on his shoulder and curling into his side. Of course, she was aware that he knew her far too well to believe that for a second, so after a sigh and an incredibly awkward shrug considering her position, she started with something of an answer.
"Katherine's back." She scowled. "Which means our brother is swooning. And probably butting heads with our other brother because both of them get just so damn ridiculous over women who really aren't all that impressive." And they weren't. So there.