InsaneJournal

Kitty had learned from fuzzy blue Kurt the art of the workout to get over a hangover. It beat the hell out of one of her ex’s idea that involved copious amounts of scotch, anyway, and it had always worked for her.

So she was more than happy to help someone out, even if the hangover wasn’t actually induced by alcohol. The replicator had provided her with workout clothing that thankfully didn’t look like it came out of the 60s or 80s. That had been a concern, Kitty had had momentary nightmares about what Troi and Crusher had worn. But she’d been given a simple black sports bra and workout shorts. She tied her hair back and sipped some coffee while she waited.