As it happened, Kitty was the dancer-slender, pretty Jewish female who'd walked out of the kitchen where she'd placed an order for room service for Miss Fisher in time to see a woman she didn't recognize throwing a man she also didn't recognize across the room with a vaguely Havok reminiscent force blast, and then the man getting up and flying across the room at her at a pace closer to Rahne than Northstar. Kitty began to phase, prepared to intervene, but it ended as quickly as it began--the woman embracing Snow White (weird) and the man striding off toward the bar.

She grabbed a rag in classic bartender fashion, put on a pleasant expression that wasn't quite a smile, and said, "Hi. I'm Kitty. Sorry about that. That's not the way new people usually get greeted."