[After getting a flashlight from headquarters, Kitty decided to make her way home. Patrolling really wasn't the wisest idea for any of them. People had communicators. If they were out they should speak up and then Chuck would direct the team accordingly.
Of course when she hears something not too far away from her position she goes to check it out.
Her flashlight illuminates a couple of raptors on the end, but not their prey. They turn when they see he light to get a face full of claws. This would be easier if she just had the light on one of those hard hat things. Fighting blind or fighting one handed. Choices, choices.]