Kitty has just managed to regain control of her breathing when a portion of the ground near her gapes open. Uncertain as to whether or not this is an aftershock of the explosion or some other disaster, she rolls to a crouch, ready for whatever is to come.
When she realizes its Tim, she presses her lips together so that she doesn't start crying with relief. There'll be time for that and smothering him with kisses later. She jogs toward him, taking in the man he's carrying.
"Tim, thank God," she says quietly. She reaches for the man's wrist, checking for a pulse. "Is he...?"