"Oh, God, I can only imagine," Kat says, rolling her eyes, though she sounds more amused than anything else. As far as what she's heard about this place so far, that barely registers in terms of weirdness, but it's still a little odd. She's used to people flocking around sets when things film in Chicago, would expect as much, but when this place is all there is, of course an actor on a fucking soap opera would be the equivalent of an A-list celebrity. "Those poor people."

For her part, she can't say she cares. It's just more entertaining to watch than to stare into space, constantly hung up on the pain in her knee, however dulled, and just what that means.

She nearly asks if there's a dance company here, what that's like, but she recognizes the impulse for the masochism it is. It isn't as if it will do her much good either way.

"I mean, yeah, it's funny, but really?"