Kyra would raise an eyebrow before turning away respectively, entering her small closet and throwing off her armor, changing into more casual attire. She emerged wearing a white tank top and black sweatpants, her feet bare and her hair slightly rustled. She would sit down on a chair near the couch, sighing. "Anything to drink?" She asked. "Obviously no alcohol. We're both minors, I'm guessing." As she spoke, she would reach out to grab a Pepsi™ from a refrigerator within arm's reach.