The list of her likes and dislikes seemed to swell ever since she moved into the Tower, one like...She liked her time, her peace and quite...her dislike, that particular like being interrupted. Especially by one Light Track. Kit's serine mantra broke at the sound of her door being opened, eyes filled with fire as her empty ravioli bowl went soring in an aura of shadow towards the door before shattering upon the door jam. Tomato sauce and cheese went splattering across the black walls and in the direction of Light Track.<br/><br/>Kitty didn't feel too bad, it was a love hate kinda thing with the guy...Standing up from where she had been levitating she  slowly began to pick up the shattered pieces of the bowl, then weaseling around LT heading down to the kitchen. She had changed for comfort before she had started her mantra, she now wore her black hoodie, it's overly large hood shadowing her face and the sleeves hanging past her hands. She wore shorts, but the hoodie made it appear as though she were wearing none with how short they were.