Sorcha crosses her arms, and she waits for the others, Khalida squealing in delight at her masterpiece of the redhead's hair, curled and pulled into a half up half down hairdo. Sorcha narrows her eyes at Khalida, irritated that she wasn't ready.

"All of my things are there, so that's part of why we're leaving so early."

Asa smiles at Vic when he's ready.

Sorcha whistles sharply. "Ready, boys?"