Her center of gravity isn't quite what it normally is; Kate tugging her along sends her stumbling forward with a few awkward, stuttered steps, and she braces her hand against Kate's hip - her fingers splayed open, the blunts of her nails ghosting over Bill's side when he, in turn, pulls Kate against him.

"Not real vampires." She's first to correct that one, but her smile is easy as her head lolls to the side, studying them both from that angle.

"O'course," Beckett insists, one foot idly turning inward when her other hand reaches over to tuck a few blonde strands of hair behind Kate's ear - knuckles brushing against Bill's jawline.

"Best vacation-time ever."