[Don't worry, Sam - teenage brand etiquette doesn't seem to bother either Kun or Sheena. In fact, once he's settled Kun-Kun fetches up the pitcher of water on the table and fills his glass.] Sure, I promised I would.

[He does the same for Lexa Anya, ice clinking from the pitcher to the glass before he resets the pitcher there at the table's center.] If it makes you feel any better, I probably wouldn't have helped you without those circumstances.

[Beside him, Sheena makes a low noise. It's not really amusement, but it isn't really anything else either. Kun shrugs, dismissive of it because it's true. If it wasn't for the explosion, he'd have no real reason to have ever made note of Sam and Anya.]

Anyway, Sam - Sheena. Sheena - Anya.

[Sheena tips her head slightly, first two fingers of her right hand tapping her rounded chin lightly before she settles back into the same position as before - her arms crossed, expression serious and cold. It sits unnaturally on her round face, one that seems far more suited to the kind of broad smile she used to flash after every victory, even if the furrow between her brow suggests it's not a new expression. She doesn't make the slightest attempt to disguise the fact she's sizing the two of them up: staring straight at them in turn, looking at their faces mostly, except when she looks to their hands, their knuckles. She might be retired, but old habits apparently die hard.

Which means it's Kun's turn to snort as he unfolds the brunch menu in front of him.]

Don't mind her. You two hungry?