The vocal training Ami was putting herself through wasn't necessarily kind to a small throat like hers. Which was why, before too too long, she had to take a short breather. Otherwise she could have very easily have given herself a sore throat. But she was hearing definite progress.

[i]"Hey there. What's your act tonight?"[/i]

And she was hearing somebody else talk to her. Shifting her gaze upwards to look her new company in the face, Ami held up the puppet on her arm a little and monotoned "I'm going to do some ventriloquism. I could probably have done hand puppets, but I can do a short thing if I do ventriloquism." To emphasize her point, she swing the mouth of her puppet open and shut a few times. Ami was about to introduce herself. About to hold out her hand and say "My name's Amity Cole." Then she saw it. Or, more accurately, saw him. Kyle, who yelled at her at lunch a while back, and who she'd been trying to track down since to no avail. "Hold that thought; I'll be right back," Ami said, setting course for the one-armed boy in her sights.

She finally had him now. There was no way to get away without looking like he was blatantly trying to avoid her, and it seemed he had company with him too. At last having the chance to speak to Kyle face-to-face again, when Ami had herself face-to-face with the ex-fighter, Ami gathered whatever nerve she hadn't already, and spoke up very to-the-point. "I've been looking for you. Are you hiding from me or something?"