The disabled... Kylli thought as she shook her head and made her offer to Lance. Only Bec could turn her words of temper into something like an actual insult. She lingered for a moment for Lance's answer and then followed Bec out of the room. There was still a bit of rumbling in the bottom of her stomach, but it was well-suppressed now beneath half-amusement at Bec's always interesting take on life and leaving the person who had started the rumbling far behind. Hopefully, for good, She thought, grim.
Still, the argument had taken a lot out of Kylli, much more so than her and Bec's earlier romp with the little bear creatures. So, she was glad that the Hunter's Guild was rather devoid of people - she didn't want people to accidentally walk into her or try to start conversations. The few people that were around wandered around aimlessly as Kylli followed Bec up to the counter, keeping her head down and lightly fingering her gun while practicing little breathing exercises - just in case.
Normally, the sight of Sienna being lazy and reading a magazine while still on duty would have amused Kylli. At the moment, it just threw another piece of tinder onto the fire. For a moment, she seriously considered giving the girl a piece of her mind, but when Bec coughed loudly, Kylli was recalled to her role. She was the shooter - she was the peacemaker - the cheerful, happy one. Bec was the one who got into confrontations and who couldn't keep her thoughts or her insults to herself.
"Yeah, what is it?" Sienna asked, halfway between snippy and nonchalant. She flipped a page in the magazine, her eyes scanning idly down.
Bec growled.
Kylli glanced at her partner, caught between annoyance at Sienna and extreme amusement at the noise. She covered her mouth and turned away to hide the expression from both girls - not that they were paying her any attention - and worked on controlling all her emotions. When she had finished - when Sienna had gone through her almost precursory look of the mission requirements and took out the pay packets - she was back to the normal Kylli, a very light, very faint smile playing across her face.
She took the check from Sienna with a smiled and an almost mocking bow. "Thank you," She said, echoing the tone that had been used by Bec, before waving to the grumpy girl and turning her back on her. Kylli glanced at the check, wondering if she should buy something for her mag to eat. Looking at the mag, she grinned.
It had been faithfully hovering by her side throughout the entire experience. She gave it a light poke, making it emit a faint cooing noise. "You hungry, little guy?" Again, there was that faint coo noise, though Kylli had no idea what that meant.
Glancing at Bec, Kylli asked, "You think that Tawny's going to have something I can give this thing?" As she spoke, she casually bonked the mag on the top of its shiny body. She had started to walk forward, heading back to the Pit Stop, her mind retracing her steps from earlier. The image in her brain was a bit fuzzy, but once she got out on the main street, her memory pricked, and she followed it back to her employer's shop. Before she walked in, she quickly dusted off her mag and her guns - making sure that they were safely holstered - and then stepped into the shop.
There was a surprising lack of customers, most of the clientele having gone out on hunts of there own. Still, there were quite a few people still in the little bar.
With a cheery grin, Kylli strode over to the counter, "Tawny ~ We're back. We got your meat."