Kai leaned against the counter in the kitchen. She still wasn't entirely sure why she ever agreed to this. She was already on the streets fighting crime! That's where she should be tonight, not baby sitting a child. After all, when she was four years old she was already tasked by her father to clean the Dojo... Not sit around idly waiting for someone to bring me my food.

She heard the TV pop on in the other room. That was probably the reason young Americans were so far behind the Asian school aged children. Too much time allowed to stare into a glowing box.

"Can I help?" Mako asked the younger girl. Her accent was present, but had long ago faded away significantly. She was bored, already, might as well be useful.