Movie!Kitty
Ideally, Scott would have waited until he had the visor situation resolved before going near the Danger Room. The problem with that was that he needed to be able to think clearly and make decisions in order to resolve it. There was no. way. he was going to be able to do that unless he blew off some steam - well, some concussive force, anyway.
So, Danger Room.
Without his visor, he didn't even bother trying to make his workout much of one. His ability to aim, for instance, was just about non-existent. Instead he went in and beat the hell out of the walls, until the pain and pressure inside his head had subsided enough for him to be... not really relaxed, but a lot more capable of coherency and a lot less likely to throw up on his shoes.
Still confused, rattled by Jean and the younger version of himself, but he was feeling a lot more capable of getting things accomplished, when he'd finished. Enough so, that he very nearly missed Kitty, as he came back out. He knew, very well, that it may not be the Kitty he knew, but she looked familiar enough to be reassuring, rather than threatening.
"Kitty?" But not so much so that he wasn't going to check.