Kate stomps off, then spots Hurley with a tray of food. She asks him if that's for Miles. Of course it is, because why would Hurley of all people have food? He says it is, and Kate says Locke asked her to take it to him. This is fine with Hurley, since Miles creeps him out. "He's still in the rec room, right?" says Kate. Hurley says no, that he took Miles to the boathouse, and then it dawns on him. "You just totally Scooby-Doo'd me, didn't you?" he says. Kate apologizes, and then promises she won't let Miles escape. "Just don't tell Locke it was me," says Hurley. The easy explanation would be that Kate just followed Hurley; tracking a big guy in a bright red T-shirt can't be that hard.
Kate carries the food up to the boathouse, looking around to make sure no one's watching. Inside, Miles is seated. "So the Arab traded you too, huh?" he smirks. She ignores this, and pulls up a chair. "Do you know who I am? Do you know what I did?" she asks. He leans forward. "What did you do?" he asks. She tells him to answer the question, and he says he will, but she's gotta do something for him first. "I'm not letting you go," she says. That's fine with Miles, because he's exactly where he wants to be, according to him. "What I want is one minute of someone's time. You bring him to me, and I will tell you everything I know about you." Who? asks Kate. "Who do you think?" says Miles. Seriously, Kate. Try to keep up.
Flash-forward to Kate, wearing a reddish-orange prison jumpsuit, being led into a meeting with her lawyer. He asks if she's okay, and then gets right to it: the DA's decided to try the case personally, which means they're going to get "the full-court press" (no pun intended), so they have to think about cutting a deal. His best guess is that Kate will get offered fifteen years, and she'll serve seven. "No way," says Kate. He points out that she's facing twenty years on each count (which doesn't sound right) plus a life sentence for the murder charge. "You killed your father, confessed to your mother, and now she's their star witness," says the attorney, who figures the only shot they have at this thing is to make it about character. Not about what Kate did, about who she is. What do you mean, asks Kate, suspicious. "I want him in the courtroom," he says. Kate gives that a big fat no, even though her lawyer says it'll generate a lot of sympathy. "Duncan, listen to me. You are not bringing him in here." She says if he wants to make this about her, fine. "But you are not using my son." "Son"? Hmmm. Well, fair enough. Depending on how old he is, his testimony's not going to be much use anyway.