[ Kate wasn't a senior operative when she helped extract Johanna a year ago. She's still isn't one of the senior operatives today, but part on technicality; the ship she's crewing on has a surfeit of old hands with enough miles under their belts to make her four years of heavy workloads look like a warm-up lap.

It isn't hard to tell she's started to chafe under it. When the captains were laying out the plans for this mission she wasn't shy about speaking up with questions and suggested revisions whether they wanted them or not, and she wasn't subtle about her frustration when her input in the field was ignored again as the mission fell apart around them. Maybe her plans wouldn't have turned out any better, but they could at least pretend to consider them, acknowledge that she has some worthwhile experience too, even if it isn't as much as theirs. It's possible that she turned this corner planning to put a fist through the wall herself.

But instead she finds Johanna having beaten her to the punch (ha ha ha). ] You know that wall is real, right? I hadn't pegged you for one of those who'd still have trouble telling the difference a year out.

[ She remembers everyone she's helped to unplug, though some are a lot easier to recognize in Zion than others. Johanna looks different with her hair grown out, but not that different. Even if she had she'd be remembered; the Panem matrixes are Kate's favorite sort to extract from, the kind that suck so hard that people are happy to learn their world isn't real, where Zion in all its dubious glory is a relief. Some operatives like the challenge of recruiting from happier worlds, but given the chance to pick her target Kate will go to dystopias every time. She has a running list of people she's come across and would like to see considered for extraction; Johanna is one of the few she's been able to cross off so far.

Not that she'd know that, or that it would likely gain Kate much if she did. There's a reason she snarks from out of arm's reach. ]