This time the hellion hears her name. Maybe. Almost hard to believe over the sound of that water, yet she turns her head towards Sayaka.

On catching sight, that bratty smile curves at her lips. The guilt ridden, slowed pace found the ramen as it met its demise, she had just finished sipping the last drops of the broth. After tossing the bowl and spitting the chopsticks she held like oversized toothpicks near her fang out Kyoko ambles over.

"Yo, blockhead."