Kayla sighed as her and her brother, Kyle, scolded her about the bloody hand. “There’s a reason why you don’t pick up broken glass pieces.”<br/><br/>“Because leaving broken beer bottles on the parking lot is better?” She snapped back at him. Kayla made a sharp turn and entered the ladies rest room.<br/><br/>Kyle was about to speak up when he noticed his sister gone and the woman’s rest room door was flapping open and close. Indicating it was used recently. He huffed in frustration then leaned against the wall lazily impatiently waiting for his sister.<br/><br/>After a few minutes pass, Kayla arrived outside the bathroom with a washed up hand that dripped less blood from her wound. She stared at Kyle with less amusement. The two shared a stare and knew better than to chat. Their nonverbal skills were sharpen throughout the years and they continued on through the halls hurriedly. They weren’t certain if they were holding up the meeting until the entered back into the room. Eyes glancing up at them or at least what it felt like. Heavy upon them, but the two siblings were persistent with their steps and tried not to stare back. Both of them took a sit right next to Ken and stayed silent. Kayla holding own hand since it hurt at the moment. Ken noticed her sister’s hand and was immediately concern; however, he wasn’t verbal with the cut. Instead he stayed dead mute along with his siblings and sit back tall in his cub seat. "Well..." The word was accidently uttered as he remembered what the team captain said after Kyle's exit. "They are back." Embarrassment shivered down his throat and a nervous sweat dripped down one of his upper temples.