Kate's eyes flick quickly from his face to the television, the DVD menu bright behind him. She won't deny that she's been itching to see one of these 'Westerns' ever since Bill Pardy brought them up in conversation more than a year ago; and beside that, anything that would put a little distance between her and Gene's bed at the moment sounds incredibly appealing.

"Okay."

She runs her thumb along the lip of her glass, hesitating. Eventually, she holds out a hand.

"Would y'help me up, please?"