<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br/><strong>Location:</strong>First floor of the Mansion, watching outside<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 5th, 08:00<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Piotr<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Needing a walk after the nights craziness<br/><hr/><br/>Kitty cursed as she heard the sudden, deep voice. Turning around suddenly, she was graced with the vision of Piotr. As always, she felt her heart begin to pound, though this time it was a mixture of excitement and surprise. Not many could say that they could sneak up on Kitty Pryde. Piotr was now on a very short list.<br/><br/>Though she was thrilled at the sight of him, she couldn't help but shrug at his question. In truth, her thoughts had been rather dark. The arrival of Salvation had, in truth, unnerved her. Still, she put up a good facade for it...around most people. Piotr...aside from being a teacher...was someone she felt something for. Should she lie and say everything was alright? Or should she be brutally honest?<br/><br/>In the end, she had opted for the latter. "Don't think they are worth that much right now. Was just thinking about that asshole from yesterday that showed up. Genocide, or whatever he wants to call himself." True to form, Kitty was refusing to call Salvation by his name. To her, he embodied the idea of death to all mutants, and so until the threat of him was destroyed, she would call him Genocide. And probably well after as well.<br/><br/>Brown gaze flitted momentarily to his glass, her head tilting to the side. She couldn't help but smile slightly, before looking back up to him. "Kinda early to be drinking, isn't it? At least...drinking alone..." It was a semi-subtle hint that whatever he had in his cup, she would probably partake if invited to. While not old enough to drink by American standards, Piotr was Russian...and though she didn't know the drinking age in Russia, Kitty merely assumed it was somewhere close to the drinking age in the rest of Europe. Didn't they all drink at 18?