"You're welcome," she said with a self-deprecating smile. Kitty wouldn't say it now, but she wished there had been more she could've done for her when disaster struck. But today, as declared by Wicked, was a gift-giving holiday, mourning over things that had been beyond her control was probably against the rules. Instead, Kitty set Da Vinci's journal down (god, she couldn't wait to read through that), put on her mask, and picked up her wine glass, grinning. "How do I look?" she asked as she struck a pose.