Kyra would spin on her heels, gazing calmly at the girl with her gauntlet still raised, the small gun barrel aimed at the girl. Meanwhile, Kyra's right hand rested gently on the grip of Frenetic Mania, her sword. "That's what I would've asked you," She replied cautiously. But since the girl asked first.... "My name is Kyra. And it's rather obvious why I'm here, no?" She had an east coast accent, and her voice was slightly altered, made robotic sounding by the microphone within her helmet. "State your name and relation to the portal," Kyra would continue. Of course she doubted that the girl was what she was originally suspicious of, but procedure was procedure.