"I said 'find Piotr' not 'fly off like a bat out of hell.'" Kitty mumbled softly, careful to stay aware. She'd been caught in nasty spots more often than not here, and she wasn't looking forward to more, even if she knew there would be more. There were always more nasty spots. She had wanted to surprise her Russian, or at least find out where he was going. She knew what the place was, but she wanted to see it for herself. It sounded like Genosha, but not?
"I'm going to tan your scaly butt when I get hold of you." She wouldn't. She knew it, and if the owner of the scaly butt in question heard her, he'd know it, too. She could be angry with the dragon, but she couldn't stay angry for long. They were connected in a way she couldn't explain, and thankfully, Piotr didn't push the subject. He'd accepted it; Pete, on the other hand, had always found it odd. Perhaps any other man in her life would find her connection to the dragon, the alien known by many as Lockheed..perhaps they'd find it strange, but for her, it simply was. She didn't see a time when it wouldn't, not without death or destruction, and they'd both seen a good bit of that and lived through it.
"Where are you?" She hissed.
Lockheed knew he was being "hunted," and he didn't mind it. A little adventure did a Kitty good. He'd show her to Piotr eventually, but for now, a little tracking by the "cat" wouldn't be a bad thing. He hoped. He'd save her; he'd always save her.