Kitt knew Latin, of course he did, and volunteered that information. He had no idea what he was doing, but he felt better doing it with Bobby there, and then Henry. For the first time he felt that they might actually be able to deal with whatever was going on. The snow had only served to heighten his worries, as if the memory of Hattie slowly turning blue with tattoos hadn't been enough.
"I don't think she can hurt me, not like this. I may be able to help there, too."
Possibly. It depended on where he was needed most.