She watches the others feast with a tolerant eye, letting them be the ones who kept the crowds all heated up with the showier displays of predatory prowess. She'd done her impressing during the fight and she had a full belly, and those two key facts were enough for her for now. The crowd seemed to be filing out, or at least some of them, and she watched that too. If there was going to be another fight, it was probably going to be a surprise to them too, she decided. Kay could live with that. They'd fought, and won, and if they were REALLY going to be released, then there were some decisions that had to be made. After all, poor Kalliope was still a revolutionary terrorist, when you got right down to it. The energy of the fight hadn't quite left her yet, and she knew that- if they were going to be sleeping- she'd have enough for the rest of the day that she'd be turning over every rock and table she could get at to find someone to spend the night with. As usual after a successful fight. First you fought, then you feasted, then you fucked. Kept her mind centered.<br/><br/>Lensea's arrival draws a cheerful nod, and Kay snickers. "You never know until you ask, Len. You never know until you ask. Don't<span style="font-style: italic">need</span>to keep her forever, I'm not a slaver. Might could make use of her for a bit, though. Hey, over here," she calls out to the beaten enemy. "C'mon over here before one of my friends mistakes you for dessert, alright?" Now that the fight's over, there's an odd, friendly warmth in her voice. While the fight was on, they were enemies, and Kay would do everything she personally good to kill the woman in a painful, gurgling way. Fight was over, and just like that, Kay's mind flipped a switch and moved the woman over to the 'possible friend' bucket. "C'mon, take a load off. I won't rest your friend's bulge on your head unless you want me to," she says, for all the world as if she were sharing a fun joke.