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Sounds like fun to me.

[Live from the Shi'ar Galaxy, just outside of Spartax, it's... a Kitty hologram! There's a quick, little snort in response.] Well, I mean, I never said it wasn't fun, but that's for a more specific reason. I'm just kinda... me and space aren't exactly the best of friends.

[Hey, at least it's a believable image.] General superheroic disasters in space, I'm guessing?

That and a year trapped in a gigantic, planet destroying bullet. Mostly that last part.

That last one would be a bit crushing, but this is a bit different.

The accommodations are... slightly nicer this time around, but it is kind of nice to actually kiss the boyfriend.

I'm sure it is. Plus there has to be other interesting things going on.

[There's a good chance Kitty's grateful she can't see her blushing right now.] That was the polite way of implying other interesting things that are indeed going on.

Actually, that was being pretty innocent, but you came up with the rest.

You can see where my mind is.

How's earth, though? Any big league supervillains stirring up trouble? Any alien invasions? How are you?

Can't say I blame you.

Oh, there's always those things going on somewhere around. I'm staying out of the middle of it.

Long-distance relationships are rough, Nore.

Smart girl. As long as it's still spinning, I'm happy.

Just another day in the life, right?

I've gone through my dry spells.

Hasn't stopped yet. That would be a hell of a cataclysm, though.

Some days are better than others, to be fair, but... yeah. Something like that.

I feel that. [ she folds her arms and crooks a brow, curious. ] So, what is it—? That has you speaking in riddles, I mean.

And what about you? Are you doing alright?

Am I speaking in riddles? I'm sorry, that wasn't intentional. It's just not every day that you get the chance to pick apart a giant mutant-killing robot. Not ones that are in this kind of condition, at least. [Generally once Kitty phases through one of these suckers, the whole system's fried beyond recognition.]

Not riddles, per say. Just. Vaguely. Riddle-ish.

[ now, however, kitty has her attention. ( not that she didn't have it before, but details. ) she leans forward, eyes wide. ] Whoa, wait, seriously?

Don't just leave me hanging here or I'll have to get all Grease on you. [ she grins. ] Tell me more, tell me more.

Apparently I get a little deep when I'm in engineering mode.

Seriously. [Kitty works slowly -- meticulously -- as she disassembles the brain of the giant metal beast, each piece carefully placed on a tarp lying out in front of her. She pauses, glancing up at Skye.] I can't imagine this is your first rodeo. Not familiar with these guys?

Oh, you know me, I'm always surviving pretty well.

Not familiar enough, apparently.

[ skye edges closer, observing the pieces that make this mutant-killing robot ( the words make her flinch ) tick. they always seem so harmless when they're reduced to nuts and bolts — but they know differently. ]

They sound like real friggin' pals.

Good to hear. And Jono?

I guess they're more a mutant problem. [And really, Kitty tries not to sound so bitter when she says that, but it's not exactly something she can help. She's spent nearly half of her life dealing with things like this. She can't help being bitter.] Hah. Don't they? I have to admit, it's kind of nice taking one of these suckers apart.

I haven't heard any complaints or seen any excessive moping.

A lack of excessive moping is always good.

Well, we are talking about Jono.

[Snort.] Well, be sure to tell Jono I said "hi."

I'll be glad to, and will also assume he sends his best in return.