Aya presses her hands together happily and smiles at Destin's descriptions. "Wow, the Broms sound... Well, they sound kind of like the Rabins!" She laughs a little. "I wish we didn't fight all the time. Maybe we'd actually get along." She dips her head towards Destin in an apologetic fashion. "I'm sorry that I thought you were going to attack me." She looks away worriedly for a second. "What do you think your friends would do if they saw me?"