[ Whilst there is some degree of animosity of Methuselah's return to Milton, Kate is one of those incredibly grateful and pleased to see the old man once more. Methuselah is kind and a gentle soul, and she gratefully appreciates the feast he had laid out to the Interlopers on their arrival into this harsh and horrible world. Truly, she thinks, a light amongst the darkness. She's in bright spirits, smiling a little more as she offers her help in preparations for the next feast.

She busies herself with whatever she can, heading into the kitchen for what she might be able to help with next... only to find the animals currently being butchered in there: rabbits.

Kate stares for a full ten seconds, frozen in place in absolute horror, before the smell of blood and raw meat hits her nose and she shudders violently. Rabbit. It's— Heaven, no. There's tears in her eyes, and she promptly spins on her heel and runs out of the kitchen. Her feet carry her with speed, and she's quickly dissolving into full-out hyperventilating sobs as she hurries out of the Hall.

She may end up careening into some poor soul trying to enter the Hall in her hasty exit, or find her as she quickly turns around the corner of the building to press herself against the wall, looking as if she might throw up, in a fit of hyperventilating cries. ]

[ Later, when she's calmed down a great deal — Kate will be helping out with setting up the canisters of tea and coffee for the feast in wait for the supposed newcomers. Does she believe Methuselah's notion that more of them will be coming? Of course she does. She might not understand how the old man knows more will be coming, but there's an essence of faith about the whole thing that she gently leans on.

Faith is such a fragile thing, as of late.

She carries plates and cups to the tables set out, along with the more heavier canisters — which she will gratefully accept help from in moving over. Things are coming together nicely, she thinks. Goodness knows how long it's been for any of them to get together for a proper meal like this. She's quietly looking forward to it all. ]

Even if no one does turn up, it'll be nice for everyone to get together to eat again.