It's not a good enough answer for her. 'Just a basic infection' can mean a lot of things in this monster-filled world. She's much less worried about the fever and more concerned about her arm, her flexibility, her reminder again that she isn't invincible like some of her friends. She was never jealous of mutants; they have it hard in the world and she is on the side of massive privilege in so many ways. Kate recognizes that; it's not an inherent crime to have it as long as one does recognize it and uses it to further those who have less or none.

But still. Who wouldn't want fast healing and super strength in a line of work where one gets injured or killed just as easily as anything? It would help. It would lessen the worry that one day, a simple injury--a bruise, a scratch, a cut--can mean a big difference between sitting on the sidelines and finding something else to do with your life. If you still have it.

"I need to get out of here," Kate mutters, hand instinctively squeezing Steph's. No offense to Babs and her hospitality, but Kate needs some sunshine and exercise as much as she needs a bath. She's never been very good at sitting still.