In spite of everything, Kat can't help the laugh she lets out at that, the sound weak, though the accompanying smile is a surprisingly genuine one. "Yeah, I have to say, that makes two of us," she replies, wry. "The whole smashed kneecap thing... not really my idea of fun." At least other than her own physical state, it's mostly good news she's received since she got here, though she wishes like hell that the rest of her family were, too. They only just got Casey back. In a way, they only just got her father back, too, when he's come such a long way over the past few weeks, so much more himself now than he was when all of this started. She's not sure there ever would have been a normal again for any of them, but if what her mother has told her is true, and Kat does trust that it is, they might have come close to that.

God, she misses normal. She'd take even a broken facsimile of normal, all of them with their burdens to bear and their recoveries to make, if she could.

Instead, she has a city she's never heard of and an injury that may never fully go back to normal. She has her mother, but little else. It makes it that much easier to appreciate Father Marcus's presence, even if she doubts he could blame her for wishing she could have Casey or her father instead. "On the bright side, at least I won't set off the metal detectors at the airport when they finish putting screws in my knee. Nowhere to fly, and all."