<div class="floatright">(http://i63.tinypic.com/vpbtqq.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>. Kayla Hamilton<br/><strong>Time</strong>. Got no clue<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Crystal Lake, heading to Skyrock, with Mei and her new friend<br/><strong>Doing</strong>:  Talking to Mei and her Nyaromon.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Pokomon, Mei and her Digimon, open<br/><strong>Warnings</strong>:  None yet<br/><br/>Giving Pokomon a long, withering glare at the threat she gave the other woman's....Digimon?, Kayla sighed and held up a hand to stop Mei from apologizing further.<strong>"It's alright, as I said it was my fault for being in such a damned hurry.  And easy there furball, I'm not against using you as a soccer ball if you keep bearing your teeth at us.</strong>"  Killing someone was a bit extreme, but apparently threatening bodily harm wasn't outside of the woman's tolerance, a strange distinction but one that was still worth noting as she looked between the rather....odd, group that had gathered in the middle of the forest, with the beautifully placid Crystal Lake at their backs off in some distance behind them.  Dusting herself off, she did give the two they had ran into an, amused sidelong glance before crossing her arms under her chest.<strong>"I'm not planning to hurt either of you, so you can relax, whatever you are."</strong>This she directed at Nyaromon, before nodding to Mei.<strong>"And as I also said, I'm glad I'm not the only one that somehow ended up here.  The name's Kayla, and this little golden ball of fuzz is apparently called Pokomon.  From what she was telling me, I'm going to go off on a limb here and say you wound up here the same way I did, through some kind of gray, strange light that snatched us up wherever we happened to be at the time.  Am I getting warm here?"</strong>She asked, hoping she was on the right track, because if she was wrong, she was going to feel pretty stupid.<br/><br/>Whatever Mei and her Digimon's response though, Kayla would start moving towards SKyrock once more, with or without Mei and her Digimon in tow.<strong>"Whatever the case, we were heading for Skyrock.  If there are others around here that got sucked in the same way I did, then I figure that's where they'd head to as well.  You're free to come along if you like.  I'm hoping if we put our heads together, we might find a way to get home.  My grandmother's probably wondering why I haven't stopped by the dojo by now."</strong>She mused, the end of her comment directed more at herself than anyone around her.  Still, she'd give Mei a curious glance, finally taking a moment to actually look the woman over beyond to see if she was alright after their unexpected tumble in the grass.  She was indeed quite pretty, but she could tell at a glance that she was not exactly physically fit, not like she was at least.  She was soft, and she likely had the personality to match if she was any judge, but that didn't necessarily mean it was a bad thing, just that Kayla was expecting waterworks to start up at any moment.  She'd gone out of her way to protect the weak and easily upset, but such mindsets here she had a feeling wouldn't help her in the long run.  Especially with what Pokomon had told her on the run here.  No, if she were an accurate judge of character based on appearances alone thus far, and what little of Mei's mannerisms she had seen upon crashing into her, she'd need to toughen up.  There was only one way to find out.  She needed to get to know the woman, preferably without her tagalong interrupting her at every turn.<strong>"So, what's your story?  What do you think of all this?</strong>"  She asked point blank, making it apparent that she wasn't one for beating around the bush.