Kitty had listened to the proposed plan. She'd listened and then watched as Megan went on the offensive. A glance over at the men, and all Kitty could do was shake her head and smile. A little bit of an edge couldn't hurt. Even if one of the men seemed a little distracted already, and the other was...so familiar yet not. The voice and the way he moved. She felt like she was forgetting a kid from school or a previous life- of which she had many, sort of.
She followed her spare with 8, a little disappointing but acceptable. As Piotr stepped up to bowl, she moved in close, not touching, just close. Her voice dropped to share a few words with the Russian only.
"You know, the object is to knock them over, not obliterate them. Use a gentle touch. I know what you're capable of." She gave him a wink and a rather knowing smile. Her voice lifted for anyone to hear.
"Now go get'em, slugger!" She gave the Russian a light swat to the rear, much like one would at any sporting event. There was a shrug and a smile to her teammates as she settled down to wait her next turn.