As planned, Kitty and Peter met up at the door. She led him to the small shuttle that would take them to the nearest Dyson train station, and once the two got on, she chattered away, mostly out of nervousness, she couldn't help spouting random facts when it got too quiet. The trip wasn't long, though. Once they reached her quadrant, they only had to walk a short ways before reaching her home. "Just so you know, I have a pet dragon who might be here and possibly armed. Nothing to worry about though, he's cool people." Kitty opened the door and there he was, on the living room floor, surrounded by books and a bottle of wine.
"Lockheed!" she gaped, taking the alcohol. "You know you can't drink. Where'd you even get this?" Kitty shook her head disapprovingly, then smiled sheepishly at Peter who she'd forgotten to introduce. "Peter, Lockheed. Lockheed, Peter." The alien dragon looked the man over, then turned to Kitty and gave her a dirty look. She stuck her tongue out at him, then grabbed Peter by the wrist and took him to her room. "He doesn't talk much," she explained with a chuckle. "But I'll bet he'll be in here in a few minutes to scope you out." Rubbing her neck, Kitty looked around, cringed at her messy work station and apologized as she moved around the bed, looked under and pulled out the box that had Peter's tape in it.