[She recognizes the bar, of course, but she feigns hesitance when he tells her to go in, anyway. Kate doesn't want to lose him, but it doesn't seem like he's going to follow her in. So, she cocks her head, smiling softly and reaching out to brush her fingers against his arm. This is definitely not how she usually does things, but she's being forced to improvise.]
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You can come with me if you want.