"Er..." That... Isn't a question she expected, and Kate's face betrays the sudden surprise - widened eyes, rapid blinking, tense mouth. "Haven't even been to the real one, so no. Why?" A questuin like that isn't something that happens every day, nor is the way Kate's body slowly, slowly keeps growing more corporeal. The punch wearing off minute after minute, but so gradual that the girl-turned-ghost doesn't notice the way she becomes slightly more vivid, the way her hair slowly regains colour.