Kitty had settled into Lawrence, somehow. She still wasn't quite sure, but she'd done it. She was comfortable in her apartment, she had people that she talked to (and still felt as if she were in the process of making friends, actually), and she had a job. Sure, it wasn't the most glorious job in the world, but it was a good job and she liked it, actually and that was what mattered. It allowed her to pass the time, which was actually very nice. She felt bad for leaving Lockheed stuck in the apartment so much, but she was pretty positive that he understood. He knew and he was okay with it. Or at least that was what Kitty was pretty sure of, anyway. Lawrence wasn't all that bad of a place to be for the moment. Kitty did want to go home, though. Back home she was useful, back home she had things that she needed to do and people that she needed to help too, so it was unfortunate that she was here. From what she gathered, though, people wouldn't be missing her, which was a good thing. Nobody knew whether it was true or not, but Kitty chose to stay positive for the moment. It was better for her, anyway.
Because Kitty had settled in here she had sort of gotten the feel for things. She knew where things were and she was comfortable moving about the city. She needed a car, but she'd get to that point later, probably. She knew the places she liked to go and she didn't really hesitate in going anywhere anymore. Kitty had left her apartment (Lockheed still inside, unfortunately), and gone on a grocery run. She only needed a few things. It wasn't like she was trying to cook a meal or anything, but she needed things to eat in her place. Hell, she had to call Tyler over often enough to help her with Ramen. She wasn't good at the whole cooking, though. She was good at a lot of other things, though, which did help her feel better about that fact. She couldn't be good at everything.
The trip to the grocery store was pretty quick, actually. Kitty found what she needed and she checked out in record time, actually. She felt pretty lucky about that, to be honest. Sometimes it could take forever and that was never fun.
It was on her way back to her apartment that the strange happened. Kitty was walking, a bag in each hand, trying to get home as quickly as possible. She was minding her own business--for the most part--as she was walking passed a bench. Someone further away wouldn't have heard the question, but Kitty did. She couldn't help but give him a strange look, actually. There was something just...off about him. She couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe he looked like someone? Kitty wasn't sure that was it, though. "Are you all right?" She couldn't help but ask, having stopped to look at him. Maybe she was wrong and he'd tell her to fuck off, maybe she was right to stop and something was up. Never would know if she didn't try.