Kitty had had a rough kind of day. You know, one of those days when things just didn't go the way you would hope they would. Well it was one of those. The police had arrived not long after the explosion and had taken Kitty in for questioning. The live feed had given them enough proof that she was trying to help, but she could tell by the look in some of the officers eyes, they didn't trust her after watching her use her ability. By the time she got hold of anyone back at the mansion, she was exhausted and ready to just give up.
A man was dead, and it was all her fault.
By the time she had gotten back to the hotel, the blood and gore had dried and was beginning to itch something terrible. Before anything else happened, she needed to clean up. No amount of scalding water and scrubbing made her feel like it was all off, though. Her skin was rubbed raw by the time she gave up and wrapped her hair in a towel and the rest of her in a robe, tightening the belt more than necessary. Then she curled up on the bed, all the lights off and tried to get some sleep.
What felt like minutes but was actually hours later, Kitty heard a familiar voice getting closer to her room. The cavalry had arrived. It took a mental pep talk to get herself off the bed and across the room, but she made it and pulled the door open to reveal the two men. No smile, just a tired and warn out expression that left all of her emotions readable to those who wanted to see them.
"Scott. Bobby." Kitty nodded, swallowing thickly as the sight of her best friend attempted to break the dam that was holding her emotions at bay. "Thanks for coming out." She took a step back and waited for the men to come in before closing the door behind them.