Kitty's mind was just buzzing from everything that was going on at the moment. It was hard for her to drown out all of the emotions that were hitting her at once. Mike was alive, but he was dead. Elliot was alive, but he was dead. The dead were rising, but the biggest piece of that was the fact that none of them remembered anything. Mike didn't remember her, which was a punch to the gut, especially if it was really him. Kitty really didn't want to focus on that, though. She didn't want to think right now. Movement helped. Kitty couldn't stop moving.
She'd paced around the entirety of the camp once already. It wasn't really helping anything, but the small girl was half afraid that if she stopped moving her thoughts would really begin to consume her. The apocalypse had been difficult on everyone, no person had been left unscathed by all that had happened. Kitty just needed to remember that. She wasn't the only one upset, she wasn't the only one suffering in this situation. Her suffering probably didn't even compare to others and what they were feeling.
Her footsteps somehow lead her to the more secluded area of the camp. She wasn't alone, though. Someone was already here, someone that was...setting sponges on fire? Kitty blinked owlishly before a light smile pulled at her features. "Poor sponge. What did it do to you?" Kitty hadn't approached the other woman yet, but wasn't necessarily trying to startle her either.