As Kisheto skidded to a stop, Kiara braced for a rough landing, gripping at his shirt as she tightened her legs around him. She let out the breath she had been holding and stumbled as he set her down. She put her hands on her knees, leaning forward a little as she tried to catch her back. When he touched her shoulder, she gave him a look of death. This was all _his_ fault. She stood tall, clenching her hands into fists. "You fool! You-you-_UGH_!" She began to pace, infuriated. "Do yah have any idea what you just **did**!? You could have killed me!" She brushed her hair back from her face, the stress of all that had just happened turning her stomach into a tight ball. "I can never go back to a normal life, now dat _you_ and your friends pulled de stunt you just did!" Kiara's mind was a whirl. Hosts? How could she have done this to herself? What was going to happen to her career now? "De whole city is looking for us now!" She yelled, throwing her arms up in the air. "What am I going to do when de military shows up on my front door!?" She froze, her face turning from rage to fear. "I'll never have a normal life again," she whispered. "I'm going to go to jail and rot there for the rest of my life." She buried her face in her hands, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. "Maybe my father can help.. I don't even know these guys." Kiara let out a frustrated whimper and kicked a nearby trashcan, feeling satisfied with the clangs it made as it flew a foot or to from its original spot. She turned to face Kisheto, her expression steely. "You better clean up dis mess you just made, _host_." She spat. She sighed and turned around, heading into her home. "Get inside before somebody sees you!" Kiara called, heading into her kitchen for a drink. She hadn't meant to sound brash, but she was still sour and upset from what had just occurred. Being arrested had terrified her. Especially when she'd been thrown against the carriage. She had no clue what to do next. She was most certainly a fugitive, now. Her life in Kell was over.