[ Kate nods at that, a pleased smile at her lips. She is more than happy to, and will include them in her prayers with his blessing. There might not be an services here, but she likes to go the church on the outskirts of town at least once a week. There's comfort in the routine of it, and comfort there's still somewhere she can go that's entirely familiar to her — even with... how difficult things have been, in regards to faith.

She considers the question briefly, frowning a little in thought. It's certainly not a dumb thing to wonder about, really. ]

How we all got here does really feel like something out of science-fiction— [ People from different times, different places, snatched away from their homeworlds by some unknown force or being and put here. ] I believe it's totally possible they might end up turning up in this place, too.

[ More of his men, maybe even people Kate knows might end up here. She would like to see Max again, but the thought of Max being stuck here too isn't a very nice one and she doesn't dwell on it too much. But there's another little pleased look before she adds. ]

I made a lot. [ Of the syrup, and tea. ] They'll be more than welcome to some. Please let them know to come find me.

[ It's really understandable, considering, in regards to his wariness of the cans. Kate couldn't blame him, not after living with that for so long. There's a sympathetic look, a slow nod. Poor Lieutenant Little, she thinks. At least it's one thing he doesn't have to worry about. She imagines he probably has a whole lot to worry about.

Her mouth opens to confirm, because yes— Mr Goodsir's been taking on all the new learning with enthusiasm — but the man stops and she pauses with it. Her brow furrows slightly in questioning: her... needs her forgiveness? Her expression shifts, almost to disbelief. What could he need her forgiveness for? He's done nothing wrong, not to her. Never to her. ]

Um. Okay, sure. [ There's uncertainty in her voice, but she's willing to hear him out. ] ... What is it?