[Kitty was always going to top. This may very well be the most bizarre event so far in young Dr Reid's life, and the poof of confetti and statistical tidbit only makes the whole thing weirder. 91%? Based on what, exactly? Statistics are only good in context and there is none to be found here.
He groans softly, idly wondering if he bruised something in the fall when Kitty's voice pulls his attention back to the fact that there's a girl on top of him. A girl in skin-tight blues that he really did make out with just now and it wasn't even all that bad.]