Beckett's still a little breathless from it all, and barely manages a laugh, gripping onto Kate's wrist like it's some kind of lifeline keeping her from drifting away.

"S'fine," she promises, even leaning her head into Kate's touch as she feels fingertips kneading along her hairline, "but if I don't lay down soon, m'liable to tip over."

She doesn't exactly back away, though.