John was in a mood. That much was obvious, not that she blamed him of course, the whole idea of the cook out had been soured for him so if he wanted to drink about it that was fine, but Kitty wasn't going to start a fight with him, or engage in an argument with him over things. He was in no shape for an actual conversation about any of these kinds of things.
She gave him a look when he was willing to lump all the Tonys in with one another, it was an easy sort of way to look at people, she knew - that happened to them a lot as mutants, all of them compared to one another no matter how unfair it was. She couldn't do the same to the Tony's or any of the others here who looked like people they knew. She didn't say that though, she'd try another time when they weren't drinking.
Laughing when he handed her the whiskey bottle taking up one of the beers she'd brought instead as he told her what he had for the night if she hadn't brought him a plate. "Oh right, pretzels and popcorn, the dinner of choice for college students everywhere." She teased and took a drink from the bottle, wincing just a little at the burn of it . "I don't know why I was worried."
She laughed again when he complained about the beer. "Honestly I think you should be a little impressed that they have beer at all considering where it likely came from." She reminded him, gathered through the doors same as the meat they'd brought back. "Maybe you should try brewing, maybe we could find what you needed for it through the doors sometime."