Fury could be contagious, Kitty knew, and that was dangerous for her. As it was, his anger grated against her calm. She took a deep breath and shrugged to break the tension in her shoulders. "I've been here two months. At some point, you have to come off red alert." She tipped her head to the stack of notepads toward the end of the bar. "I'm still working on ways to get out of here, but my brain works better when I'm not in a rage."

She lifted her chin then, almost defiant. "We're not whats, we're whos."