"Right," was Kitty's unconcerned response. If that's what Calvin wanted to think, that was fine. What the hell did he know? Kitty may not have gone out to feed Kurt rodents, but she went down there everyday anyway to check on him. Whatever, as if not doing that one thing somehow negated everything else she did around the Mansion, which, if he really wanted to go there, was a hell of a lot more than he did. She rolled her eyes. Please. It wasn't like no one else pulled their weight around here--everyone did. Calvin could get the hell over it as far as Kitty was concerned.
What was Calvin's problem, anyway? He snapped at her with urgency, like she had inconvenienced him by being down there. But now that Kitty thought about, she didn't know what she wanted or why she was down there to begin with--to check on him? Make sure he was still here? Like she cared? Kitty frowned, feeling a nasty blend of confused and annoyed. "Screw you," she remarked, spinning around on her heels to leave. Kitty got a few steps in before she paused and turned around, eyes narrowed as she sneered, "Yoga and dance, by the way, are the not the same thing." With an indignant huff, Kitty turned away again, regretting going to find him in the first place.