"Both me and my scalp will appreciate the help," Kate assured him, using the proffered hand to make sure she was fit to touch food. The thought of having to struggle through one-handed hair washing for however long her hand would be out of commission was mildly horrifying.
She sobered as he detailed what was going on in his head, staying close in his personal space. "Be angry at Them, if you want to be angry," she advised. "I'm angry. They sat there and watched everything happening. We're supposed to be important to some grand experiment they're running, but they were willing to sacrifice us to that psychopath." She remembered what they'd said, however, about some of them being more expendable than others and wondered if that was why they hadn't done anything. Had it been coincidence that Simms' chosen targets were also the most easily replaceable? She couldn't remember Oliver or Cecilia's numbers.
"Don't worry about me," she said firmly. She couldn't tell him not to worry about Juno or Cecilia, because she was doing the same. "I will be fine. We'll all get through this." She reached up, carding the fingers of her good hand through his hair to gently pull his head down for a kiss. "Now give me that pan, and remember: if it's bad, you asked for this."