The little kiss brought a small, thoughtful smile to the korean girl's face. Becca was back in the fold of people that could protect her, and that was what mattered for now. Her attention turned back to the shady newcomer, whom she fixed with a cool glare.<br/><br/>She didn't notice the supposedly malfunction stasis machine, of course. Not that it mattered -- her only solution would likely be to stab it, or kick it over. There was something to be said for being able to create or repair, rather than simply destroy.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>