[There's really nothing else to say, is there? Kat's struggling for words -- as happy as she is to see her teammate, this revelation has deeply shaken her and she's having a hard time pulling herself out of it.]

[Eventually she gets herself calm enough, tense, glaring at the floor, making a concerted effort to keep herself together in the face of her teammate. A whole year without direction or action and now without purpose. She forces herself to sigh, to shed some of the immediate worry, and look at Six.]

If you'll excuse me, Six. I need some time. You have any questions, report to Freelancer York. If you absolutely need me, I'll be in the cemetary.

[And without further preamble, she's turning and leaving. It's too much for her to deal with right now on top of Six's arrival.]