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"Cold blooded."

The voice rose out of nowhere. Nowhere from the stairs, at least. Kalis was lounging in a booth seat set against the wall the steps were set in. He had his heavy boots, traces of steel armor showing on the toe and just out from under his pants, but the rest of his outfit had changed been exchanged for clean garb. Loose jeans, a t-shirt, and a thin vest with a few pockets. Mostly empty ones, but they were available for use.

Dark eyes watched them emerge from under tussled brown hair, and the foot of his leg laid over the booth seat twitched, attempting to mimic the rhythm of a faint sound coming from the eirpeices hanging around his shoulders. Not doing splendidly, either.

"Yesterday, he siad you were about room temperature. I don't know much about...." he stopped, and his mouth twisting as he searched for an unfamiliar word. "...metahumans." he decided. "But anyone normal would have been dead at room temperature." He didn't seem smug, nor was he giving lessons. He was speaking as much for his own benefit as theirs, and the only showing at all in the way his straight face followed Kira with just enough interest to keep his eyes falling back to the nearly empty plate on the table in front of him was curiosity.

In anycase, he'd been pondering that, and it looked like he had his answer now.

"You've been unconcious long enough to miss several meals. If it's of any matter, I don't think Owle would be bothered by giving you a free breakfast before you're on your way." he shrugged his shoulders, slowly rolling them up and back down. "But if you want to head back to the stadium, you should know we're on Gambino Island now. Long trip by foot." he watched with the blank straight face, wondering what'd come of that. He honestly wasn't sure if he expected her to curse at lacking money for a bus or sprout wings and fly away.

These people perplexed him that way. But they were intersting at least.

Kira momentarily froze at the voice, taking a split second to discern where it was coming from. Once her keen ears had pinpointed its location, she continued on down and paused at the foot of the stairs. Turning in the owner's direction, she quizically raised an eyebrow.

"But anyone normal would have been dead at room temperature."

"Smart and attractive. What a combination," she said, half kidding. Hands still firmly stuffed into her pockets, she took cautious, measured steps toward the new man until she was standing beside him.

"Long trip by foot."

"Then it's a good thing I have two, hm?" In a swift motion, she bent at the waist to bring a cocked ear closer to the tinny noise emanating from the piece of technology. She would definitely be trodding on the 'personal space' rule of propriety, but it wasn't something she cared much for anyway. Her face would be level with his; green eyes scanned his features from only a few inches away.

Regardless of what music was playing, she would begin to hum in tune with it before straightening once more. "I'm not one to skip out on paying for a meal. I'll find food on the way there."

Kalis didn't respond at all as she spoke, watching her steadily. He did skewer a small sausage and a small remaining bit of egg on his fork and put it in his mouth as she started walking over though.

It caught him by surprise when her head shot right down near his, though he was mellowed to the point he didn't even jump.

"-hm?"

He craned his neck back, blinking a few times, though he left the rest of his body in place. Brown-ish red eyes- or red-ish brown?- followed the green orbs still as she got a good look over of a lot nothing terribly special. Features of a reserved strength, nothing that'd make him stick out in a crowd, a light complexion with just a touch of glow from time in the sun, rough stubble beginning to form of the dark hairs saying he hadn't shaven since the morning before, and a better chance to decide just what color those eyes were. It was about all the dragon-woman would get from a closer look, save maybe a scent.

When she backed up again, he watched after for a moment, implacable gaze lingering until she made her decision. He closed them just a moment, and nodded absently. "Suit yourself."

He turned back to his own food, and rounded up another bite, putting it in his mouth in a routine motion while his mind wandered off again. Confident and healthy as she seemed, there probably was nothing she was lacking so much just then. And if she was cold blooded.... and if he remembered right... then shutting down like that probably kept her expending much of any energy. In which case, she very well might not be hungry at all, much less in need of sustenance.

But he wouldn't have to tell Owle he sent the "sick woman" away without food.

"Try not to make too much a habit of hopping into brawls like that, hm?"

((Owle was planning to sleep in IC... because she says she'll be gone most of the weekend. But at this point I guess we're having to wake her for Kira, so long as you won't mind waiting a day or two at some point in there; unless you can finish up before she goes.

She just said she was going to have it as an excuse not to have to post until the weekend was over, she can always just go without an excuse and apologize if it inconvinienced anyone.))

((I'm in no hurry. You just wanted answers while in Levi, and I'm leaving the opening for you. If anything, the boys can say Owle's sleeping in and Kira will hang around until whenever~

She wants answers, too, after all.))

Kira simply watched Rain fall down the stairs, noting every painful thunk and bump on his descent with keen eyes and a blank face. When he'd come to halt, she strolled over. Standing beside his prone form, she looked down at him.

"That was graceful."

When he would look up at her, he would first see an open hand extended to help him back up. It would be up to him if he wanted to take it or not. It was Kira's quiet way of saying thanks for watching over her. She may have been an angry b***h, but at least she was an appreciative one.

He held up one hand, not to take hold of hers, but to hold up a lone index finger. He paused to take in breath, before responding to her comment.

"I'm not quite sure whether that was indominatable, unbelievable, or extraordinary." He slowly flipped his legs back over so he was lying flat once again, before taking Kira's hand to be assisted back up to his feet.

Promptly dusting himself off, he nodded slightly in appreciation of the assistance. He began to nonchalantly slide closer to the bar, before adding one more comment: "For the record, I totally meant to do that." He then mock-stretched both his arms up and over his head, and to his sides; hie left hand fell behind the bar, where he was fiddling with the icebox. The shuffling of cubes could be heard, before he grabbed a handful of them and held them against his eye.

"Nothing to see here, people. Move along now." he explained, making little shooing motions with the fingers of his right hand, trying to keep the left side of his face turned from any observers.

"Whatever she did, she did it inside your head-"

He watched her levelly, considering a response, never mind that he'd probably just said the most potentially upsetting part of what he could. But then, he wasn't one for intrigue in anycase. He tended to be straightforward whether he meant or not, so he might as well tie that up.

"-she only deals in minds. And she did it because you were going berserk on her friend." he wasn't sure how to explain that, but it was the simple layout. However... he rarely ever saw Owle play with people's heads at all. Beyond that, he had absolutely no knowledge of how that worked, any more than other magics. He still couldn't initiate that telepathic conversation that supposedly anyone could manage with her, after so long, just once he'd done it by sheer dumb luck and she'd been all of a foot away from him anyhow.

In anycase, Kalis understood where someone dabbling their fingers in your head could be a worry.

"I'll get her."

Before he worried the poor thing anymore with his simple explenations.

He walked right on past her, and started up the stairs slowly. He wouldn't stop her following if she wanted, but he wasn't waving her up either. It worried him a little himself, honestly, what Owle might have done to this woman. The idea that she might have done something serious. No, he trusted her far too much for that, but.... how many times had she been in his head, that she might have touched up whatever she'd liked if she'd been so inclined? He trusted her far too much for that, but, just imagining anyone else doing such a thing made him sweat.

Kalis stopped by the door, counting up the hallway to check his place, and knocked on the door lightly. Lacking any scrambling sounds that might have indicated Owle dressing- yes, she could simply phase clothes on and off, but he'd never remember that without a reminder- or a call out to wait, he'd push the door open, peeking in. "Hey, bird?"