"I don't know if you can capture that ferocity in tattoo form," she joked, shaking her head and laughing as Lockheed failed yet again at eavesdropping by letting out a quick snort of flame with what definitely looked like a proud, toothy smile.
Kitty was pretty sure that she needed to stop drinking, even though she'd sobered up already from earlier, but she accepted his cup with a smile, nodding as he spoke. She understood where he was coming from, even though it wasn't really even close to being the same. She felt bad for the hand she'd had in things, she felt bad for being part of the group of people who didn't see any problem with what was happening... but she herself had technically not done anything that really required absolution. As for the needing a place to belong... even with working in close, constant contact with Charles Xavier, it had taken Kitty a long time to truly believe that not only did she belong there but that, despite her upbringing and background, they really did want her there.
"You belong here," she assured him, patting his knee. "At least as much as any of us do." She took a sip of his drink and passed it back with a nod of thanks. Looking out at the fire, she noted, "This is pretty peaceful, for however long it lasts."