Compared to some of the walking bruises that she’d seen limping around Sundown, Kenna considered herself to be quite well off after the incident after Church’s fight. But she was definitely never getting involved in a riot again – not that she ever planned to anyway. 

Surprisingly, Kenna sort’ve enjoyed watching Church fight. She couldn’t even explain it. She was never much good at fighting, but she knew talent when she saw it. Within minutes of the fight commencing, Kenna found herself to be cheering Church on until her voice was hoarse with the rest of Sector V. Then he gave the perfect knock-out punch that, Kenna thought, must have left his knuckles raw.

Then the riot happened.

 The riot after the fight between Church and the Spanish guy, whose name Kenna never learnt, was Hell. People were rushing around everywhere, pushing and shoving and fighting and throwing punches without much care for who was on the receiving end. Kenna herself, as reluctant as she was to fight, got caught in a few scraps. Thankfully, she was usually able to weave through the crowd to find either Klaus or Henry or someone who could actually take care of themselves so that at least she had back-up if she was in over her head. Despite her evasive manoeuvres, Kenna still found herself with a cut on her left temple about the length of her little finger, which must have been caught on someone’s ring or possibly a watch, and a spectacular bruise on her right arm that was a kaleidoscope of colours – purple, blue, green and even a spot of yellow. Kenna had no idea who hit her, but the blow literally knocked her off her feet. Thankfully, the angry grapefruit-size bruise was high up enough of her arm that only half an inch or so of colour was showing beneath her sleeve, she just had to hope that no one would comment on it.
 
Since the riot had calmed and she was sure she had no orders to fulfil, Kenna wandered around Sundown on her own without purpose. She had nothing to do and she, for once, decided that she was too tired and achy to train, so she figured she may as well trying and get better at memorizing the lay-out.

So far, not going too well. Kenna had no idea where she was.

[i]I really hope we have nothing important to do[/i], she thought as she dodged around a group of older Runners trying to get past her, [i]God, I can just imagine that. We get the first mission since I’ve joined Sector V and I miss it.[/i]

Though the thought occurred to her as a joke, the anxious fear stirred in her stomach and she picked up the pace, trying to find someone she recognised. If she actually missed something important, not only would she be letting down the entire team, but she’d also probably get Church in trouble with the likes of MacReary for not having a full team. Trouble for Church was trouble for the team, and she really didn’t want these people to hate her already.

Ahead of her, Klaus and Marina disappeared around the corner. Relief washed through her and she had to prevent herself from grovelling to them.

Jogging to catch up to them, Kenna turned the corner and saw Church with MacReary – [i]Speak of the Devil and he shall appear[/i], she thought with a snicker – standing in a courtyard. 

At the sight of the Elder, Kenna’s relief turned to wariness. Had she gotten the team in trouble after all? There’s no way they could’ve done a mission or something that important while she was out and about, right? What if-

“Sector V! Front and centre!”

With apprehension stirring in her chest, Kenna made her way forward to stand with the semi-assembled Sector, distractedly pulling her sleeve down over her bruise as she stopped just off to the side behind Klaus and Marina.

“Um. Hi- Hello.”

[i]God that sounded lame.[/i]

Sent them a soft smile and a wave just to be safe.