Although it wasn't entirely unusual for Kit to be awake during the daylight hours, considering how vampires didn't technically need to sleep, the fact that he physically couldn't bothered him to no end. To have the option taken from him over the past few days because of the strange dolls that had been popping up everywhere and the nightmares they apparently brought bothered him, so much so that he could feel the shortness of his temper and the quickness of his irritability as he interacted with both the patrons and his fellow employees. Not even increasing his intake of blood had soothed his attitude, though he was actively trying to keep it in check lest he make waves that he couldn't soothe.
Yet as bothered and bad-tempered as he was, Kit was unable to stop himself from offering to spend time with Mona. It was clear by now that he would go to fairly extreme lengths to assist her, even without being asked, which was what had led him to once again expose himself to the daylight to come to her aid. Rather than bringing her back to his trailer and keeping her company as he had last time, their destination would be the clinic in the hopes that Rose would have something to help shift Mona's sickness.
A quick sprint across the village of trailers later and Kit was outside of Mona's, easily recognisable to him despite most of his interactions with its owner happening elsewhere. It smelled of her, the tang of vanilla in the air mingling with the sticky heat, and Kit knew that if he had the gift of time on his hands, he would have lingered for longer. As it were, he was quick to try the front door as he ducked out of the sunlight, pleased when it opened under his hand after a gentle push.
"Mona?" he called, closing the door softly behind himself as he entered before looking around the space. No sign of its owner. "Are you ready?"