Kisa looked up at Ren as he walked by, letting out the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding in a rush. She scooted up to her feet and padded along behind him, moved to his side when he stopped, and against her better judgment put a light hand on his arm and grinned. "Temper temper, big bad." She smiled a bit more to herself, deciding that's his new nickname, and tilted her head a little as she let her hand fall. "What's up?"

Drake stayed where he landed for a minute and gained his feet when the class started to disperse. Lingering, he looked like he didn't quite know what to do with himself for a moment, and studied the mortally wounded foam. When the room was mostly quiet he walked toward the back, oddly grateful he still had that capability, and stopped a foot or two from Ren. He gave a polite smile to the girl and put the majority of his attention on Ren, studying him silently before mentioning, "Short class." He stopped there, uncertain if he was going to have to actually ask what the hell just happened.

Kisa sooo did not smile back. The boy's scent bothered her now that she noticed it, and she moved to keep the larger feral between them, not really giving a damn what it might look like. Maybe she'll ask Seth about it if she finds him. Then again, maybe not. For now she just stood there and stared in that unblinking cat way.