Kijani looked puzzled as she looked at the list projected on the screen. Who was Kaiden? When did they get a Kaiden? But her stomach dropped as she saw the boy from earlier today walking toward her. She let out a weak sigh through her nose, and then looked toward him. Luckily, his question was more intelligent than his manners. That was at least hopeful.

"I'm a bit underpowered at the moment. I usually carry a sword and have my powers, but as I'm currently without either, I just have to rely on my speed and martial arts training. I'm very agile, and flexible. Not particularly strong, but I can get in enough blows that it usually doesn't matter." She smiled at him for the first time, a trace of her usual fire in it. "I'm also a bitch. It comes in handy- you'd be surprised how thin some of the skin is on our classmates." The words were ironic, considering she felt rather raw and defenseless herself. 

"I guess you're some kinda teleporter? I mean, aside from Mimic calling you Junior- which is obvious to see that you hated- there was the fact that you interrupted a very private conversation." She shut her eyes, and then opened them. "Put it behind you. Again, I am a bitch, and I don't take kindly to strangers thinking they're expressing concern." Her gaze went cold, distant. "Strangers don't care about strangers. If blood relatives can stab you in the back and leave you for dead, you feeling genuine concern for someone whose name you don't know is pretty much bullshit." She didn't realize what was actually coming out of her mouth, or that her words could even be completely heard. Her eyes returned to the present without her showing any sign that she'd said anything out of order.

"Anyway, aside from the teleporting, what else do you have to offer?"