Yeah, well. I'm not Santanico, either. [Those words coming out before she can stop them.

The stupid thing? She's actually okay with not being like Santanico. They're just, two very different women and while it's in many ways, intimidating given Richie's former relationship with her, Kate isn't actually trying to measure up - at least, not on a conscious level.

A soft sigh escapes, Kate realizing exactly how that had to have sounded.

Voice softening;]

I don't want to look like some little girl who's been playing dress ups in her older cousin's closet.