Kitty either didn't notice or ignored the subtle implications in Ruth's words. She just smiled and shrugged as she rocked. "He has decided he likes doin things with his hands. I honestly don't know. I was livin quite happy in my own house by the graveyard." She said but looked away. "Uriel knew I didn't like the location, but a new place was so much." The wind as relaxing and she focused on it.

She rose her brow and glanced towards the other woman. "I had to go over the Atlantic ta get here. When I had my accident, my mom wanted ta care for me until I recovered well. After that, I thought I had a callin..' She stared hard at a dog that was sniffing around the yard at nothing in particular. "It was a little bit half tryin my hand at bein good, and half rebellin. Then I came here, and I met Uriel. So I hadn't the chance really. But I still have my whole life ahead of me. And I've seen loads of that other stuff before elsewhere."

At the question of it scaring her, Kitty laughed. "Every place can be scary if ya worry about the things ya don't see. I can be scared, but it doesn't control me. " She rocked for only a second and sipped her lemonade again. "You ever seen a buffalo before?" She glanced over though she was quite certain this woman hadn't spent her time around large beasts outside of a zoo.