( Well. There's a lot of reasons to say it's time, if she thinks about it. So, out of habit more than anything else, Kate shrugs as she chews, leans back in her chair when she swallows, and inhales before speaking. )

Gettin' sick of living out of a backpack.

( It's the first reason. The constant roulette of where she's going to sleep tonight, whether it'll be at all comfortable, weeks of lumpy beds that leave her aching when she wakes up to work. )

Think most places are getting back on their feet. ( Which means she'll have to begin thinking of what to do next anyway. Her lips purse together, gaze never leaving his face as she goes through the reasons in her head. The truth is, more than anything, she hasn't had much in the way of reasons to settle down until there were celebratory introductions and the presence of a man who was never supposed to become this prominent a part of her life. )

S'pose it's just time, y'know?

( To think of what she wants out of her time, rather than simply how it cam be most useful. )