[Lucky likes Loki, as wild as he is. Even for an old dog, he's amused by the eccentric gestures and enjoys the comfort of his abode. Plus, Kate likes him (????) — or at least tolerates him, so that's a plus. Not to mention he gets some attention, which is always a good note in his book.

The dog rushes up ahead of them as soon as the door is open and they eventually make their way out, leaving Kate to walk beside Loki. Hands in her pockets, she still can't get over the bizarre situation, never having imagined she'd be spending such casual time with him like this. But the toleration is evidently there, perhaps because there's other people she's more pissed off at in the moment, and she finds it's not the worst thing in the world to have a decent conversation together.]

I told you I didn't need friends paying for me. [Though it isn't a huge protest when they're in the booth, leaning back to rest her head, still tired in the early hours.] I've technically taken your bed anyway. That's already sticking me in your debt.

[Not to mention everything else she's already taken over.]