Kat paused when she heard a voice shouting for quiet and was unsurprised when one of her new companions lumbered down the stairs shortly after. She didn't react when the other woman dropped herself into Ernst's recently vacated chair, and continued eating her apple, until all that was left was the stem. Dropping it on the table, she glanced up at Osla's words.

"I'm not sure farmer John knows what he's gotten himself into," Kat replied with a smirk. She then looked down to Osla's fresh mug of ale. Gesturing with her chin, she said, "Fan of your drink? From the looks of you I'd say you had your fill of that last night." Kat reached for her own mug and, lifting it in a small salute, took her own swig. Kat decided she hated this one less than Ernst. Maybe it was because of her dismissive tone.