For a moment, all Kitty could do was stare. Strange anatomical matters were common enough at the Institute, and she shouldn't have been surprised. But growing extra bones at random was a little unnerving - and liquid-filled sacs were something else entirely. Add the sight of Peter so unnerved that he was pacing and she was somewhat at a loss.
She couldn't help but laugh a little, though, when he thanked her for managing to stay alive. "New York didn't kill me, no," she said. "Neither did Boston, or Montpelier, or anywhere else. Not like they didn't try, though."
Pausing for a moment's thought, his question made her quiet. "I'm... I don't really know. It's weird being back. Being safe. Sleeping in my own bed and having running water and heat and lights and all of my clothes. It's harder to adjust to being back than it was to being off on my own."