A lazy, sudden yawn breaks the silence post-training. The tall, lanky girl rubs at an eye - obscured by the choppy, messy bangs hanging over her face - before she barely turns to acknowledge the other that was there.

"...What?" she asks, curtly. "I'm full and I'm tired, so I don't feel like fighting, if that's what you're about to ask me." This was Koshka; she's known for being incredibly powerful, sure, but right now she seems the furthest thing from it...

"If it's nothing important, then stay out of my way."