Catrina flinched at the sight of Al's sharp glare, almost as if he was challenging her to say something else about their parents. She saw how the other clung to the possibility that they might still be okay, and who could blame him? Despite his language and how he acted sometimes, Alstair was still a little kid who needed his mother and father in order to survive. Seeing the small bits of fear leak out of Al's expression, Na could only think of what would have happened if they were both too stubborn to leave their parents at the airport. What would have happened.

The girl brought her attention back to Al when he reluctantly agreed to go along with her and the other two and she could barely hold back the smile on her face. Unfortunately, Giovanni had the need to return once again at the wrong moment.
[color=firebrick][b]"I'm 18, mind you."[/b][/color] She countered before looking back at Al. [color=firebrick][b]"Thank you Al, for cooperating I mean."[/b][/color] She said softly before giving his shoulder a small pat and heading into her room.

Her attention was immediately brought to Nino, who had already finished eating, staring suspiciously at the contents in her room.
[color=firebrick][b]"Are you feeling better?"[/b][/color] She questioned as she situated herself on the ground, not noticing the sight jump the ombre teen gave when she addressed him.
[color=orchid][b]"U-Um, yes...th-thank you, Miss."[/b][/color] He mumbled bring his gaze down to his dirty socks. Catrina honestly couldn't believe how soft spoken and quiet this kid was; why couldn't Al be like this? Well, then again, he has Giovanni for a brother so maybe that's why he's super quiet? Following his gave down to his socks, Na could only let out a tiny gasp before glaring at Joe. [color=firebrick][b]"Um, would you care to explain why the hell your brother doesn't have any shoes around him?"[/b][/color]