6/2 - Kitty
6/2/09
Logfile from Emma.
=XF= Administration - Chemekata Military Base
The glass and metal lobby of the building carries the 'Titan Enterprises' charade through in brushed aluminum letters set high on the wall behind the main desk. The name disappears, however, as one moves deeper into the building. The security is high, and the presence of armed guards is unmistakable.
The subfloors are heavily shielded from possibly electromagnetic attack, and it is there that communications and intelligence are centered. The hum of happy server farms is impossible to escape. The upper levels are given over to offices, meeting spaces, and classrooms. The computers are cutting edge, their screens are large, and furnishings are terrifically ergonomic.
The business attire of the day before has given way to something a bit more relaxed, but in no way less expensive or stylish. Low slung trousers fall over the tops of flats, and a brightly colored silk tank announces her presence in no uncertain terms. Not that she would escape notice if she didn't want to anyway. The corridor outside the room set aside for scanning is utilitarian and boring, so she has gone roaming a bit further afield between sessions.
Kitty has taken to writing up her reports on a computer in one of the spare offices. The door is flung open as she takes a break, feet up on desk without regards to her flip flops. Her own outfit is casual, with an almost plain white t-shirt and some broken in jeans. Her eyes follow Emma as she comes into view, large glass wall (not at all good for privacy) making it possible. She hesitates to call out to the other woman, not sure if she's going anywhere she's not allowed.
Not that she /wouldn't/, but at the moment Emma is safely within her security clearance. The glass of bourbon in her hand, though... Who knows where /it/ came from. An incipient headache is digging furrows into her forehead, but she still manages a smile at the sight of Kitty. Whether the smile is friendly is open to interpretation. She leans in the doorway to the spare office and sips from her glass. "Katherine Pryde, correct?" she asks.
"I go by Kitty," she corrects easily, eyeing the older woman warily. She sighs and shuts off the computer screen before turning her attention back to her visitor. "Emma Frost. I've heard of you, of course." She picks up a pencil to play with, energy put into that rather than any other show of nervousness.
"Of course you have," Emma replies, her manner easy and confident. She pushes away from the door and saunters into the room. "Everyone has heard of me." This time, the arrogance is bared in her smile.
There's a blink at the naked cockiness infront of her before Kitty shrugs a shoulder. "Did you need something, Miss Frost?" she asks neutrally, pencil tapping against the desk as she levels a look on the woman.
Emma tucks a bit of blonde hair behind her ear and sips again from the glass tumbler in her hand. "Not particularly. Are you offering something?"
"You are a... guest," Kitty says hesitantly with a quirk of an eyebrow at the question. "If you needed something, I could see what I can do about it." Her eyes flick to the liquor that Emma's drinking, a bit of surprise at it.
Emma sets the glass down on the corner of the desk Kitty has taken over and gives the younger woman an appraising look as she runs her finger around the lip. It starts to sing. "You were one of the team leads," she says simply.
"Yes," is replied as Kitty watches the older woman carefully. "One of them. I was intended to be the team leader of the backup team, before it all got out of hand." She gives a questioning tilt of her head but doesn't directly ask why Emma wants to know.
She probably wouldn't like the reason. Emma shifts her weight to one hip and curls her hand against it. "Mmm. A bit young, but I suppose aptitude has to count for something."
"I've been doing something like this for most of my life," Kitty says simply. "I attended Xavier's." The statement is almost thrown out challengingly. Perhaps she's a bit prickled about being called young.
"Yes, well..." She lifts her finger from the glass rim and flicks a bead of condensation off it, somehow managing to convey in the gesture her regard for Xavier's training. "I don't hold that against you."
Kitty stiffens noticably, offense flashing in her eyes. She doesn't say anything, but just replies, "I'll be sure not to hold your reputation against you, then." The pencil is set firmly on the desk in one movement, waiting for Emma to either do something or explain herself.
Emma laughs and leans forward, both hands falling to the desk top to brace her. "Darling, you'd be an idiot if you didn't heed my reputation. Despite your tendency to take yourself far too seriously, I don't believe you are an idiot."
"I didn't say I wouldn't believe it," Kitty points out while trying to bite back her temper. "I just said that I wouldn't hold it against you." She pauses and then finally snaps, "What do you want, or are you just bored enough to bother whoever's unlucky enough not to be around?"
"Honestly? Yes." Emma straightens and swings the glass back into her hand and up to her lips so she can take a drink and watch Kitty over the rim. When the glass drops again, Emma's lips remain in a brightly amused and mocking smile. Her brows twitch in subtle salute and she turns to saunter back through the door.
Kitty shakes her head, waiting a moment to flick her monitor back on. One would imagine that she'd probably mutter under her breath if the door wasn't still open. Not that she's scared of Emma. Of course not.
Emma doesn't hold it against her.