Kate is not going to yell at Winter. She may glare. Her nostrils could flare. But she isn't going to yell (not right now anyway).

"Yes. I know it's tight quarters but I know we're all doing the best we can with what we have-- Ow! Goddamnit." She has cut herself with the knife. She goes rushing to the sink and turns on the cold water to stick her hand in it.