As soon as the boy spat his reply to her Kyla's curious frown turned into a rather cold one, standing straight and crossing her arms as she stayed put "A snobby rich brat aye? figured with those clthes" She huffed at him unimpressed.
The red head watched as the boy as he stood up and started to discharge his powers, a rather stupid thing for him to stand in his condition but she let him do so and stayed away like he told her to. It wasn't until he had finished and turned back to her did she speak again "Well come on then rich brat, lets get you home" She told him as she started to walk in some direction towards the only mansion she knew in the area, figuring that was where this kid came from.
Kyla accent was a thick Irish one when she spoke making her sound rather tough, the redhead was tough even without the accent though and would do anything to make sure that others didn't forget it.

Kyla really hated the upper class like this kid she was 'offering' to help, being born and raised on the streets with nothing to her they all seemed the same. All the rich people and even middle classed were selfish and inconsiderate to those who suffered like herself. Kyla wasn't even sure why she helped anyone she meet even a kid like this, though she did know that she hated to see someone lost and injured no matter who they were.