Kate had requested her and John go out for a drink, along with the others, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, the usual group of misfits. Late needed to talk to John about something, the other three just deserved a break from all the hell that had happened recently.

"Good to see ya, Kate.." John mutters with that usual, rough timber of his voice. "It'd be nicer under better circumstances, John." She sighs, her voice tight. She pinches the bridge of her nose, shaking her head. "We need allies, John. After what happened with Graves, and... Shepherd, we're low on allies." She explains.

John nods, listening intently. "We've still got Alejandro, but... That's definitely not enough, hm?" He muses with a small, playful smirk, taking a sip of his whiskey. Kate leans in, her voice low so no other patrons would hear. "Makarov is still out there, John. And with the allies we have now, it's most definitely not going to be enough." She whispers, taking a sip of her own drink, a cigarette between her fingers.

Taking a drag of the cigarette, she hears John him in response, nodding. "I understand." He mutters. "I'll see what allies we can scrounge up, hire, something.." He huffs, taking another long drink of his whiskey.

"Listen, John," she starts, her voice gentler. "You and the boys need a break, I know that, I understand that, but with this threat... We're going to need all the help we can get." She continues. "No, no, I understand, Kate, I do." John nods, a chuckle escaping him.