Blocking the door doesn't guarantee Kate won't walk away. When she sets her mind on something, she can be incredibly persuasive; a fella one foot taller isn't going to get in her way. But, she has no intentions of walking away. She doesn't even move more than those few feet. Kate will meet a man halfway, but she won't hurry to his feet.

She slips her thumbs in her pockets, and lets out a long sigh, keeping her focus on anything but Gene.

"Not quite. For one, I need you t'get it through your head that every time we squabble it don't mean I've lied t'you. I do fancy you, an' I've never once blamed you for any of my hang-ups. 'Cuz if you go on puckerin' your face up an' callin' me a tease, jus' because you've gone an' got your feelin's hurt, I'm gonna end up takin' your head off."

She turns to him, eyes sharp, and looks every inch the gunslinger she's becoming known as.

"I can be a tease when I want to, but when that happens you'll want it to. I told you before that I'm scared. An' that's more'n I'd tell most, let alone more'n once. I'm hurtin'. An' if you want someone from your time, someone who's done this before, then go. Be my guest. 'Cuz you ain't gonna find that here. I don't know how t'be anyone else."

She pauses, long enough so he can speak.