The second she felt his eyes on her, Kitty knew she'd been targeted. Great. Slowly, she tilted her head a little to the side to fully regard this Jack Russell, wearing a honeyed smile. "Huh," she surveyed him briefly before casting a "concerned" look in Nick's direction.
"You might wanna run a psychological diagnostic on this one," Kitty jerked her head toward Jack. "Poor thing, he already seems trapped in some weird little world." Tapping her temple, she gave the Director a look that clearly read 'if you know what I mean' and nodded.