[ An offended gasp escapes Kitty's lips as she rests both her hands on her hips. Her brows furrow and she pouts, her gaze pointed at Scott. ]

Excuse me, Mister Scott Summers. Like, that's totally rude and I'm not gonna sit around and be called names. First, I don't know what the hell is going on and you're not exactly being helpful right now.

[ Glares, squints. ] If I'm from 2002, and you're from the 80's, how is that even possible? [ Come on, give her a good rundown. ]