[ When Jeff shows up, the place doesn't exactly seem set up for drunken revelry - Kitty has made tea, which she's set out on the table, and there are stacks of papers. She's dressed more nicely than usual: she usually defaults to a sort of greaser-punk style here in Heropa, always wearing a scuffed leather jacket and usually with her hair held back with a bandanna tied around her head. But tonight she's in a teenager's approximation of professional clothes: button-down shirt, slacks, just a little hint of make-up. All very worn and not exactly in-style, because Kitty shops at Goodwill, but she does make it work.
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[ When Jeff shows up, the place doesn't exactly seem set up for drunken revelry - Kitty has made tea, which she's set out on the table, and there are stacks of papers. She's dressed more nicely than usual: she usually defaults to a sort of greaser-punk style here in Heropa, always wearing a scuffed leather jacket and usually with her hair held back with a bandanna tied around her head. But tonight she's in a teenager's approximation of professional clothes: button-down shirt, slacks, just a little hint of make-up. All very worn and not exactly in-style, because Kitty shops at Goodwill, but she does make it work.
But her opening salvo is: ]
So, what did you bring?