It no longer prompts his heart jump into his throat anymore, seeing Kathy. He isn't any less acutely aware of her resemblance to Irene, hasn't yet reached the point where he can look at her and not think of someone he'll never see again, but she isn't the only person here for whom that's the case, and he doesn't resent it like he has with some of the others. If anything, it makes him more inclined to try to look out for it.

It makes the smile he summons up at her approach a genuine one, too. "Hey," he says. "You didn't have to get me anything." He wonders if it means maybe he should have. He hasn't had people to buy gifts for in so long, though, that he wouldn't know where to start.