Just as the blanket of sleep started to settle around Sinmara's mind, irresistible in its uncontested coziness, a voice jolted her awake. The blonde from earlier, her new best friend forever, had come to her rescue! This time however, the demon girl felt justified in offering a slight correction. Even just a little engagement perked her right up, so she cracked a smile of her own as she replied. “'Sinmara' actually, with the 'N'. And I'm not really sad, see-” Yumi remained unconvinced however, and after urging her pal to quit being sad at once, offered a friendly sock to the shoulder.

It landed a little harder than normal, striking Sinmara's purple sleeve almost strongly enough to bruise. If she had been standing she might have lost her balance, but while seated on the floor she could toss out an arm to support herself easily enough. She laughed as Yumi moved in to help, her embarrassment clearly written on her face. “Bahaha! You wanna scrap that bad too, huh? Well, we'll go nuts soon as we can, but I'll get yelled at again if I get the party started in here.” Relieved of the onset of numbing boredom, she jumped to her feet and rubbed her shoulder as her great braid swung behind her. Whether she meant it or not, Yumi had sparked her to life, with everything that getting Sinmara excited entailed. “Jeez, you've got some wallop for those spindly little noodles, hahaha! Must be a superpower or something right?” She took hold of Yumi's bicep and squeezed it a little, confirming the utter lack of muscle. “I'm super jealous! I pretty much live in the gym here, and I've gotta stuff myself fulla protein every meal or I'll burn faster'n I build.” She grinned proudly as she slapped her muscled stomach. “But I'm killin' it, right? There's no challenge I can't beat!”

Remembering Yumi's concern, she smacked her own head. “Oh, duh, I forgot. 'Preciate the help and all, but I wasn't 'sad', really. Just bored. I just can't sit around not doing somethin', or I just start shuttin' down. The doctors rattle off these long medical terms, say I'm hyperactive or some such. Well, I can't help it if there's fire in my veins!” She started hopping up and down, weaving from side to side as she punched the air with wild strength. “You'll see once I start meltin' through robots! I'm dynamite. I live for the thrill of the fight! I'm a rockstar, and the battlefield's my stage!” As she hyped herself up while shadowboxing, her fists began to glow, suffused with a fiery heat. “People wish I'd sit still. I can't! I'm a live wire. A tornado of fireworks! I can't live the way everyone else does. Makes me feel dead inside. The fight's all there is. Everything else is just...[i]filler[/i]!”

Sinmara ended her drill with a massive revolving punch. Her red-hot fist released a brilliant plume of fire into the empty air. She aimed it away from everyone else, having already cleared an area around herself by shadowboxing, but in the heat of the moment she hadn't taken any extra care to make sure the flames wouldn't lick at her classmate's hair or clothes. For a moment she held the pose, breathing a little heavier, before she relaxed her stance. She wore a look of vague satisfaction on her face that suggested, rather than happiness, that she longed for more.