The Mighty Fall | Phil, Clint, and Kitty
Kitty pushed a hand through her hair as she made her way through the tower. The elevator, thankfully empty, made for a silent ride up to her floor where she walked through the door into her room quickly.
"Jarvis, you remember that thing I told you to do next time this happened?" She asked, gaze flickering the ceiling as she did so.
"Yes, Miss Pryde." Kitty still wrinkled her nose at the name, but wasn't in the mood to correct the AI. Not when she was already an hour or so into her heat.
Her plane back from Florida had been delayed a few days so she'd arrived off schedule. Thankfully she'd had enough suppressants to keep it all in check, but she hadn't brought much extra and she hadn't taken her shot yet today.
"Don't do that. Give 'em all a break as far as I'm concerned."
"Of course, Miss Pryde." Good. Kitty moved around a bunch of boxes, pressing play on a music playlist on her laptop and moving to stretch out on her futon, content to rest for a bit, wait for it to ease before heading out for water and other stuff since Lockie had cleaned her out long ago.