Kire put her hands on her hips, observing their work, trying to picture what he was seeing. She snorted softly at Akuma and Ikegai's opinion of them both, though her derision was partly defensiveness. "They have a point," she muttered. Even now, working together on something mundane, both of them refused to be doing nothing, both too hardheaded for their own good. 

When he spoke again, it took a moment to realize what he meant. "I wondered about that. Her hold was pretty strong back there, too." She glanced at him. "You were fighting hard, too. I didn't expect you to move the way you did." She had questions about that, but, as usual with him, didn't expect him to give a long answer. "Gods. It would be nice to have a good long drink," she murmured.