Kiara hopped off the bike, sighing in frustration. "I'm always too late," she complained, kicking at the dirt. She crossed her arms and tilted her head, looking between her adopted siblings and the spriggon. Frowning a bit, she looked to Matilda as she announced her kill pretty gleefully. She just rolled her brown-green eyes and looked around, pouting a bit. It wasn't uncommon for her to feel left behind. "Well now what?" she asked, looking to the elder slayers-in-training and trying to ignore their jests at one another.