She gives him a little nod, you're welcome without having to say it. And then laughs and rolls her eyes at him, when he asks about Kat.

"I...think she does," Blue says carefully. "I mean, I hope she knows that part," she adds with a little laugh, and ruffles her hair. "We...have both lost an awful lot of people," she confesses, and if it's a little apropos of nothing, it doesn't feel like it to her. Loss is, in one way or another, part of the foundation of their relationship. And at this point, it's like a vulture, patiently circling all the time.

She leans against the cabinet gently to take a sip of her mimosa. "Sometimes I'm not sure if I want her to know..." She glances at Martin, wry. "How much I worry," she says pointedly. "Or if it'd be easier if she just never does."