Kate stops and hugs him anyway, slipping her arms around him and leaning her chest against his shoulder. He doesn't sound too sure about whether or not he needs a hug, but she figures hugs are good in pretty much any situation. And she doesn't know what else to do, her own mind still reeling from what she's seen, the idea that Chris is gone somewhere.

"You wanna get a drink or something?" she asks, still hugging him.