Kiden couldn't quite bring up the ire Zephyr was feeling; only a kind of bored resignation, a disappointment that Snow was letting himself be played so easily. She'd expected him to be a little more shrewd, if nothing else.

She was glad to be off the bike, stepping away from the two men to stabilize her still-shaky legs. She dusted off the knees of her jeans, glancing over at them as she did. There was a spike of tension in the air; she took one look at Snow and determined that if he tried anything, it would be like watching a Chihuahua take on a Rottweiler.

Actually, a Chihuahua probably had better chances.

"That's nice. Are we done here?" She asks, voice cutting.