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[h1][i][b][center][color=f6989d]Katherine Pryde[/color][/center][/b][/i][/h1]

Kate tried to not look too disappointed about the bottle. It was [i]hard[/i]. Still, Kate didn't complain, getting cut-off from her drink saved her the trouble of figuring out how to get herself to stop anyway. 

She followed Emma in relative silence as they walked, simply listening to her speak as she gazed at the scenery around her. Krakoa was beautiful to be sure, though it still didn't really feel like home. Kate wasn't sure if it ever would. 

Perhaps she still needed to get used to the idea, though the gates being unusable for her was still a big turn off. Hearing that even the island itself didn't know why she couldn't use the gates didn't really comfort her, that just meant it would be all the harder to figure out a solution. [i]Man I'm really becoming a pessimist...[/i]

Her doomer outlook was interrupted however, when the yacht came into view. "Woah, that's a big fucking boat..." Kate blurted out, her eyes widening slightly. She barely heard Emma's speech about about tracking down shipments and liberating trapped mutants, though it registered in her mind. Were those [i]cannons [/i]mounted on the front of the ship? 

Kate's eyes met Emma's, and they kind of just looked at each other for a moment. Emma probably didn't need to be a telepath to see how Kate was going to answer. 

"You had me at 'Captain this big fucking boat'...to paraphrase." 

[@Ruby]