Kitty had gone into the city on something of a secret mission. The only classes she was in charge of at the mansion were done by noon, giving her plenty of time to shower, change into something more appropriate for the venue, and head into New York to be in time for her appointment. This was not something she was doing for the school, but something she was doing for herself. Guilt made for a terrible traveling companion.
Upon arriving a her destination, a generously sized studio, Kitty found a sign on the door saying auditions had been pushed back until later in the afternoon. All dressed up, and nowhere to go. Well, she'd skipped lunch in order to be on time. Since time was all she had now, it made sense to find a place to eat.
She headed down the sidewalk, away from the studio and toward a cluster of retail stores and restaurants. Picking one at random, Kitty went inside and found the scents lingering in the room to be the opposite of what she expected. She'd been thinking of something quick, a sub place, a burger joint. Not this at all. Looking around, she undid the buttons to her jacket. She got in line and turned her eyes to the signs above the counter, not even realizing the man she stood behind was Magneto himself.