Kate mimes covering her head with a pillow. "I swear I didn't think it was possible to hate that song."

The cocktail waitress who comes over arches an amused eyebrow at Kate's antics and Kate shrugs, a little come hither in her eyes that feels all kinds of wrong. She commits to the bit long enough to make sure they get great service, then puts it away, trying not to think about the last time she turned her flirt off.

"Gotta say, this is better than Victorian London."