[She can't help it, his concern is- touching, and it's so unbelievably out of place. She's used to the more reserved kind of concern, where it's not that they don't care, but it's just so common place, that the most that happens is wounds getting patched and cared for.

Nothing like this. Kate has to muffle her laughter, wave her hand.]

Aw, darlin', I'm touched at your concern. I'm fine, really. And no, I wasn't trapped in a building.[... Sometimes.] All my injuries have healed, and can't say I'm too hungry or thirsty. I'm fine, and I'll continue to be fine, promise.