"Oh my god, I'm about to embarrass myself so much," Kat says, her own head tipping back as she lets out a self-deprecating laugh. There's plenty she misses in terms of movies and TV and music, but when it comes to what actually feels like home, it's a somewhat different thing, both amusing and embarrassing, though she really doesn't think Blue will actually judge her. They've all got their things, and it's hardly some kind of secret. Even if it were, Blue is someone that she would tell. Aside from Marcus, there's not really anyone else here who knows as much about her as Blue does, and besides, living together has probably made apparent a lot more humiliating things about her than the music that most feels like home.

"Nerdy classical shit, mostly. The ballets I used to listen to or want to do or did parts of. There was other music I liked, or listened to more, but if we're really talking about what feels like home, or what I'd have the strongest reaction to, or whatever... That's it." She shrugs, the motion slight enough not to dislodge Blue's head from her arm. "It's the same with that as everything else, too. Sometimes I can track something down, other times I can't, and sometimes I find really weird shit that's just from here in the process."

At least some of it is actually good. Not every movie is a Squid or a Camp Counselor Massacre. Some music sounds almost like it could have been plucked from the world she came from. Mostly, she just can't think too hard about it, when this place's history makes no sense.