"I can handle myself now. I live alone, I earn my keep, I have a job." Isana put particular emphasis on that last point. Touka did not seem convinced from that entire statement. She folded her arms and watched as Nakahiro returned and drank his coffee in silence. Silence began to pile up, neither willing to breach it. Both were too stubborn to see each other's vision.<br/><br/>Isana waited until Nakahiro was about done with his cup coffee, by then she guess that both of them had calmed down enough to have a even train of thought. "I can handle myself. But perhaps you need proof other than the fact I am still standing on my own two feet."<br/><br/>There was a pause, Touka was taken by surprise by her suddenly breaking the silence, "No, you're getting overconfident and then you'd be taken out by the Overwatch if you keep this up. Come back, it is safe at home."<br/><br/>Isana laughed mirthlessly, "No, I don't think so. You think I can't defend myself?" There was a trace of anger in her words now, "I'll show you. If you can knock me down, I will follow you." She got to her feet.<br/><br/>"I don't need to be a fighter to gauge how bad you are; I don't need to be a musician to know how awful a piece of music is," Touka waved a hand, knowing now that her sister was much more accustomed to violence.<br/><br/>"Okay. You don't need to fight then." She turned to Nakahiro, "Let's go to the fourth floor. Spar." She waited for him to finish before letting him lead the way.