"I'm just glad I can help," Kat says, shoulders lifting a little. It's truer than she would know how to say, at least on the spot like this, and now doesn't seem like the time to derail things with talk of her need to feel useful anyway. Even small, menial tasks are something, and a hell of a lot better than just sitting around, unable to do anything but wait. She wishes more than she can say that she could have gone up the mountain with Marcus, but she knows it wouldn't have been sensible. But neither would it be for these two, both clearly in rough shape, to handle all of this themselves.

Marcus is basically family, anyway. Whatever she thought of him when she first met him, she knows better now, and with all he's done for her, there's not much she wouldn't do for him in turn.

Making her way into the kitchen, she fills the kettle with enough water for all of them and sets it to boil, then retrieves three mugs from the cupboard. With that taken care of, she crosses to the freezer next, putting ice cubes in a plastic bag and glancing pointedly over her shoulder at Marcus as she does. It probably isn't a serious injury — he would probably know if it were — but she isn't about to let him ignore it. He might be focused on taking care of Dan, but if that's the case, she'll just have to take care of him.

She exhales slowly. "I take it it's pretty fucked up there."