Katherine smiles wryly, for she can indeed figure it out. In fact, she'd expected that very answer. Oh, Damon, Damon, Damon. Always the little troublemaker. She says nothing further about the topic but carefully files the information away for possible later use. Keeping up with the pace Stefan sets is no problem to the older vampire, and a part of her relishes the spurt surprisingly much. It was quite a different affair to run for the sake of running (dead Extra or no) than running because someone was after you.

She gives Stefan an indulgent smile and a slightly sarcastic salute in response to his order, not so much watching anything as much as she's listening, concentrating on arranging a few errant curls back into place that have been disturbed by their run. When Stefan finally returns with the shovel, Katherine leans her back against a nearby tree, crossing her arms and propping one heel against the trunk while quite shamelessly watching Stefan dig.

"I must say I never realized just how good you are at giving orders, taking charge," Katherine remarks with a grin. "I like it."