It was true that Kitty was spending an inordinate amount of time with her bike in the garage as of late. She hadn't been practicing dance, but she had done her best to make sure she still trained. She had been taking care of her students and doing classes so that there hadn't been a lot of free time. When she was free, Andrew was busy, so she hadn't spent much time with him -- something she regretted. The garage had started to become her refuge, a place to hide from the memories and nightmares of the kidnapping and torture. She had woken Tamsin up a few times with nightmares, and since then she had been doing her best to do anything to prevent them from coming.
She was polishing the alternator when she heard Andrew. She looked up and gave him a smile. There was no instance where seeing him wouldn't cause her to get a happy flutter in her chest and smile.