Kitty had been rather halfheartedly scrubbing at the floorboards, obscuring the symbols while doing her best not to get a great lot of splinters in her fingers from the rough floorboards. That gets her attention, though - has her looking up with her brows furrowed, caught somewhere between quizzical and disapproving.

"Hold on," she says, rising to her feet. She tries to dust the greasy chalk off her hands by scraping them against her trousers and manages to leave handprints on the backs of her thighs. "What d'you mean, it's been a pleasure? You're not leaving?"