"His nose,<em>and</em>gave him a concussion." Came Yang's voice as both she and Cinder appeared from the kitchen, a glass of water in Yang's hand. "He made the mistake of calling the cheerleaders 'cute pieces of eyecandy not worth the sticker price'. So I asked him what he'd pay for my knuckles, and bam. Unconcious." She smiled, taking a long drink from the glass. "And she was the quiet one." Yang had, in fact, remembered this detail with perfect clarity - and not because the memory technically had only been in her head for a handful of days.<br/><br/>"You remember it? But she said you wouldn't!" Yang nodded.<br/><br/>"Usually, I wouldn't have, but even back then, Sveta had that face you don't forget. Plus, she was the only one who thanked me. Smiled at me and said 'good riddence to bad trash' then thanked me, walking away." Yang popped down beside Sveta. "Your turn, by the way." She added in, motioning to Cinder, who smiled that strange, sarcastic grin all the while shaking the camera slightly in Sveta's direction.<br/><br/>"I promise not to consume too much of your time, Ms. ap Io. Come."