"Da, it does." Clearly Kitty was an expert at picking out shapes in the sky. He smirked and watched as the hare turned into a less recognizable wisp. He angled his face down to look into Kitty's and he raised his eyebrows at her contented smile. "You are in a good mood, Katya." Good. It was rare for any of them to be, these days. Perhaps it had been the solitude? Kitty was polite; she would hardly run the giant off. So if he had disturbed her, she wouldn't let on. "Should I leave you to your hunt?" his own eyes skimmed the skies now, searching for something recognizable, or at least inspiring. His work had been dull, if not non-existent lately.