"Really? When I walked in you looked like you wanted to kill that bag," she said lightly, tucking her hands in her pockets. "What's wrong?" Sinthia asked, taking in more of the place and Illya's current condition. And attitude.

"Go take your shower, but I want to be sure you're alright." Sinthia looked up at him, had to even in her heels, and let Illya go without another comment to hold him back; that didn't mean someone else didn't have one for her. She held the long eye-roll in check at the first terrible pickup line (Are you a boxer sweetheart? Because you're knocking me out), merely shaking her head and wondering who on earth could have thought that was good.