"Ah, the big U.S of A?" Kitt grinned, swallowing the last of his buttered bread and licking his lips "Quite a bit of travellin' you did there then..." He jumped down from the bridge railing, instead lounging against the rain-soaked steel lazily "I don't mean to be soundin' nosey or nuffin' miss... But why you come all the way t' London then?" he grinned again, amber eyes glimmering.
"Was it th' stories of roads paved with gold? Th rumours that no one in London go hungry, nor cant find no job?" The grin fell away, a sour edge entering the young feline's voice "Cos' its all lies... Every stinkin' one of 'em..." The grin returned, along with his buoyant cheerfulness "But no matter there Miss... Dont mind me, just nosing about into other peoples business I am." He tilted his workman's cap, flashing a wide grin...