Somewhere between talking to Sydney and Bruce, Kitty had started to realize that she really needed friends here. Not only did she need to be more social, and find friends, but she really needed to work on letting go of the hang-ups that she had carried with her from home. She needed to figure out what was going to be right for her here, and what was going to be most healthy for her moving forward. The petite mutant knew that she was nowhere near ready to have a child yet; she wasn't ready to let anyone that close yet, and that....was sort of the crux of the problem. She needed to actually let people in, and trust them, in order to actually make this project fruitful in any way.
That meant that she had some work to do. She needed to work through her grief and the worry that came with being a mutant who had seen the bigotry and violent responses to the other people like her. Also, Kitty needed to work on the frustration and anger that she'd just put a cap on when she'd agreed to come here.
When she'd seen the post about the bear she had thought about going and taking care of it herself, only to realize that was both cruel and probably not the best course of action. It wasn't just one bear that was the problem. The problem was that they were starting this new society and these were elements that were new and that people felt unprepared for. Kitty wished she knew how exactly to help.
Ever since getting here, Kitty had been doing everything possible to keep herself busy...if you weren't counting the moments speaking to Sydney and Bruce. She probably needed to do less of that and much more of the socializing that others were doing. And she'd get there. Kitty had always been friendly by nature, but right now wasn't that time. Bruce had given her some things to think on, by virtue of his answers, as had the most recent things she had seen people talking about. The realization that people didn't have to raise their children was definitely something that had been bouncing around in Kitty's head since Malia had thrown it out there. Kitty just wasn't sure how someone could choose to not raise their child. If a person wasn't ready to be a parent....to her it just seemed better to wait.
It was those thoughts and more that were running through Kitty's head as she ran. Curls falling down out of the ponytail that she had (thank god she'd had her hair up when she'd arrived), she only slowed, skidding to a stop at the warning, her body phasing, automatically. It was a good thing she did because the fruit fell right through her shoulder and to the ground. Following the fruit's trail up to the tall guy in the tree, Kitty, "Thanks for the warning that it's raining mango." She joked, a bit dryly, though amusement written on her face. She knew that she had seen him around, but didn't know his name. And, well, was there any better time other than the present to be social? "Need any help?"