"Woah! Damn, Firestorm? You guys don't mess around!" I laughed, turning to Karla, but she looked embarrassed. "What's wrong?"
"...Thank you for that."
"Hmm? Oh! You mean stopping the girls from getting hurt or killed?" I said with no sarcasm.
"Yes."
"No problem. Let's go," I said, but she put up a hand.
"I am sorry for making you wait; that was all my poor attitude about you," Karla said, bowing her head to me.
"Don't worry about it. If anything, I deserved it. I want you to know the reason that I killed that Undead two days ago. No one could guarantee me that the people sent to deal with the problem could do it without getting hurt, but I knew that I could. I am not trying to show off, but I do understand how it looked," I explained.
"Can we start over? I was sour about you not being here yesterday, but that wasn't your fault," Karla said, and I nodded.
