Tabitha didn't like to remember losing her abilities. She didn't like the weakness it created and the memories it brought back of a time when weakness was all she really had. When she just wanted to die and daddy was the one practically handing her the blade. Yes, life had been bad and her arms still bore the numerous scars from her many attempts at the end. Thankfully, the blond had met Magnus and he, in a sense, ironically, saved her life by giving her meaning.
Tabby blinked in surprise when the brunette remembered her name. After all, the two had only met once and very briefly, Tabs face nearly unrecognizable beneath the blood and bruises. Small world was right. "Yeah, that's me. You can call be Tabs or Tabby if you want. Tabitha is just so formal," she said with a small shrug. Plus, daddy used to always call her that when he yelled. Tabitha Smith. It took everything she had not to shudder openly at the memory of his voice.
"I'm sorry. Its Kitty, right?" she offered the other woman a small smile. "Those were some pretty sweet heels by the way".