At Wicked's pep-talk, Kitty grinned with amusement, faltering only a little when she laid down the rules. Really, she couldn't check in? She deleted the text message that her friend seemingly predicted and slipped the phone back in her pocket, then wiggled her phone-free fingers at her friend, okay, fine, I hear you before settling them around her necklace. Kitty wasn't entirely sure what to do what that question (what was the first thing people usually did in Vegas?), and pressed her lips together thoughtfully.
"...Eat? Is anyone hungry?" She glanced around. It made perfect sense to her; if getting wasted was on Wicked's agenda, then they probably shouldn't do that on an empty stomach.