So now we were a rehabilitation center for Brotherhood extremists, Kitty thought. Awesome! Talk about progress. At this point she could only shake her head and sigh. Kurt already knew how she felt; apprehensive, cynical--most of all, not amused. But for the sake of Kurt and Xavier and the team, she was going to...deal with it and hope that, by some miracle, some good became of this. Ugh.
She’d caught a glimpse of Calvin Rankin’s arrival in passing (wow, they were really eager to get rid of them weren’t they?), and so headed outside to...welcome the mansion’s new resident. Hands shoved in her pockets, Kitty walked out and carefully approached. “Calvin Rankin, she greeted, offering a, however strained it might’ve been, polite smile. A handshake was pushing it, but there it was. “Kitty Pryde.” She didn’t particularly remember Calvin and it wasn't like she expected to be fresh in his memory, if in it at all.