As Kitty grows older, she begins to value her alone time. She starts to find the activities of her housemates tiresome and mindless. Having recently turned fifteen, she's the second youngest in the Institute, but she'll tell you first hand, girls mature faster than boys. Kitty took the appearance of her mutant powers a little harder than the others. She has a hard time maintaining her identity when she hardly can tell who she is. The family is outside splashing in the pool during a game of Shark and Minnow, their laughter floats through the air, a levity bouncing easily off the walls of the house. She just wants silence.
"I'm too old for those kinds of games," she sighs.
"Too old? You're not old, half-pint. You're still so, so young."
"You say that likes it's a bad thing," she tells him coyly, thin arms reaching high above her to loop lightly around his neck.
"How old are you now?" he asks her. She knows he's feigning the ignorance. He knows the answer.
She answers, "I'll be sixteen in a few months," anyway.
"Too old," he chuckles, lifting her small body and carrying her away.
Behind the door of a bedroom few dare to enter, a breathy gasp of "Mr. Logan…" floats into the air. The gentle creaking of the mattress drowns out the sounds of activity from outside. Despite the low growl that her name rides upon, here, Kitty is able to escape into silence.