Kate tips her head back, smiling brightly.

A quick glance in John's direction reassures her that she isn't making him uncomfortable. Wouldn't do, coming along to help only to get him thrown off a train.

"No need gettin' testy. We're all civilized Christian folk on this here train," she singsongs. "Lucky, each an' every one, t'be left untouched by God's paintbrush. Can you imagine? Ghastly t'think otherwise."