Do we really need to tell you where Kate's eyes are?

She covers her mouth politely, but snickering is still audible. Oh, Tommy. Kate can always count on him.

She clears her throat and looks up sharply, feigning remorse.

"I'm so sorry. Let me getcha somethin' t'dry off with. Lord have mercy."

She quickly gathers up a blanket and presses it to Wayne's wet stain, which she would think twice about if she were genuinely with a stranger. However, her comfortableness around Tommy is her undoing, and it's a beat or two before she realizes where her hand is. She jumps back as if she'd been burned, face turning red.

"M'sorry, I didn't mean t'touch that. I mean — I wasn't—"

With each word, her voice gets louder and higher-pitched. She's like a teapot about to boil over.