Kate's shake is strong in return, delicate wrists made hardy from ranch work and steel. She's used to surprising folk with how strong she is, not as much the other way around. Of course, she rarely meets anybody about her same size who's over the age of fifteen.

"S'a pleasure, Miss Annie."

She sucks in a soft breath, eyes turning a little wide.

"Oh! S'that right? Well, I s'pose that'd explain the drawl you've got. 'Bout what part of the future are you from?"

She's had enough experience with stories like this now that it doesn't alarm her quite so bad to think about it. Texas is still young, if she were being honest. Other territories have changed names and borders even in her day.