4479/I got your digits

I got your digits
Date of Scene:	19 May 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Volt, Shredder

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Volt has posed:
The sun is starting to dip in the horizon. It was an off-day for Coney Island, thanks to some drizzle and humidity. These things tend to put a damper on carnival games and rides. At this point, however, the rain has been over for some time. The sands of Coney Island beach are still a bit damp, though.

Drake is sitting on said damp sand, hoodie removed and discarded beside him. Atop it rests his cap and shades, soaking in the air view of the ocean in relative peace.

His hand raises, bringing Karai's card in front of his face. His lips purse, and after a little contemplation, he retrieves his phone. It takes a few glances between the card and the phone, but he finally caves to his curiosity.

Beep, beep, boop. That's the sound of buttons being pressed on the phone. The next sound? A ringer.

Shredder has posed:
    The phone rings several times before there is an answer. "Hello," comes the voice. It sounds well enough like Karai's voice. The sound is slightly hesitant, as people sometimes are when they see a number they don't recognize.

Volt has posed:
"Hey- um, hey!," chirps Drake. "This Karai? This is Drake. Did I call at a bad time?"

Shredder has posed:
    There's a pause, and suddenly. "Ah, Drake, the Fry Burglar. Hi," her voice sounds far more engaged after she realizes who it is. "No, this is a fine time. How are you?"

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley tilts his head slightly and leans back to look at the phone. Then it's back to his ear. "Guess my new rival is the Hamburglar." He smiles, then quickly frowns and shakes his head. /So/ lame. "I'm alright, I guess. Checking out the beach."

Shredder has posed:
    Karai doesn't laugh at the lame joke. "I see. I thought we might talk more earlier, but I am not good in large crowds, and you seemed to have several friends congregating around you at the time."

Volt has posed:
"I never met'em before," Drake mentions. "But I'm by myself now. The beach is nice. You could, uh.. come.. visit?"

Shredder has posed:
    "The beach, huh?" she asks. "Yeah, I can do that. Where exactly are you on the beach? It's a big place, you know."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley takes a moment to scan his surroundings. There aren't many people out here on the beach, and it's fairly featureless. But he knows he's close to its edge. "Coney Island beach. I'm near the, uh.. I thiiiink... far left side, if you're facing the ocean, by the three, uh.." He pauses to twist around, looking back at the walkways in the distance. "..shooting gallery games."

Shredder has posed:
    Karai answers, "Sure. I will be there in probably about forty minutes." She hangs up, not waiting to say good bye as per normal phone etiquette.

Volt has posed:
"Oka-"

Dial-tone. Drake blinks, then beeps the phone off and re-pockets it. Forty minutes, she says. He glances towards the setting sun, then back to the water. Will there be any light by then?

As it happens, by 40 minutes the cloud-laden sky is awash in golds and vermillions, warm and fiery.

Shredder has posed:
    Sure enough, forty minutes pass, and Karai finds her way onto Coney Island beach. She isn't dressed for the water. She has a pair of blue jeans and a black T-shirt on which has no logos whatsoever. She pulls off a pair of sunglasses as she grows closer to the beach so that she can be recognized, and scans until she spots Drake. She saw him from a long way off, apparently quite attentive to her surroundings.

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley has frequently been checking his phone for the time, but mostly transfixed by the waves in the distance. Still, he spots her en route and raises a hand to signal her. He isn't completely familiar with her features, and certainly not at a distance, but she's the only girl-shaped-silhouette around and moving in his direction. It felt like a safe bet.

"Hey," he greets when she's close enough to qualify for genial voices-raised-but-not-yelling distance. And now that he can see her choice of attire... well, he's disappointed, but that's almost a given. More importantly, he can't fault her. He isn't exactly dressed for the occasion, himself. "What's up?"

Shredder has posed:
    Karai gives a smile that seems more rehearsed than genuine. "Well, I was impressed by your ability to snag those fries. I was wondering if it was a game, or if you are needing a job." She's straight down to business. For some reason, that is an interesting thing to her.

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley motions towards the sand, then quickly realizes it's still damp from the rainfall before. So he lifts to his full height instead, swatting clumps of sand off his pants. "I don't think I need a job right now," he replies. He hasn't actually ever had a normal job, and the idea of trying to work one now while he's focused on his task is far from appealing. It's just a distraction! "But, uh.."

He pauses, brushing a hand over the back of his neck.

"No.. it's not a game. Guy's gotta.. y'know.. eat." It's not a point of pride, admitting that. Far from it. But he has to be real about himself. He knows he doesn't look put-together right now.

Shredder has posed:
    Karai tucks the sunglasses into her shirt collar. "Don't be embarrassed. I thought it was really creative. I like people that are creative. You did really well, that man never noticed a single fry," she compliments. "You ever think of putting those talents to use in ways that might be...more lucrative?" she asks.

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley raises his hands to tussle his hair as she talks, some vain attempt at fixing the hot mess that is his present appearance. It's like a knee-jerk reaction in the presence of a girl; and Karai isn't bad-looking. Though what she says gets a puzzled look from him. "More lucrative?" After a beat, he asks bluntly, "You mean steal for hire? Like a thug or something?"

Shredder has posed:
    "Well," Karai answers, "You can think of it like that. There are better applications of dexterity than just being a petty thief. A lot of people don't appreciate it," she says. "I run a company that does. We are always looking for new talent."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley looks increasingly disappointed; it's the look of someone who already knows his response before he even has a chance to vocalize it. "Right, yeah.. I don't plan on doing this forever, though. And I'm not lookin' to be a career criminal or anything," he says bluntly. "I do what I do because I have to. If I didn't have to, I wouldn't."

Shredder has posed:
    "What would you do?" Karai asks, seeming unconcerned about whether he is interested in any job offers. She looks over the beach. "You don't sound like you are from New York. What brought you here?" She starts walking slowly along the beach.

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley's eyes widen when she begins walking, and he quickly darts to collect his hoodie and hat. The latter is quickly affixed to his head as he rejoins her, moving to keep pace. "If I had any choice? I.. I don't even know. Just not this." He does know. He'd use his abilities for something special. To be more than.. well, what he is, what he's been made to feel like. "I had to get away from where I used to live," he replies vaguely. "It's easier just to say I have no family. It's just me. And New York's the place to make it happen, right..?"

Shredder has posed:
    "That's what they say," Karai answers, slowing a little so that he doesn't get left behind as he gathers his things. She looks somewhat amused at his scrambling. "I know what that's like. My family situation used to be very different than it is now. They say that in the Big Apple, no one cares. It's only mostly true." She glances around. "People here end up as street thieves and thugs because they are trying to look out for themselves. I try to help give people a family. No one should be alone. A lot of the people I work with, they come from backgrounds like yours. Like mine. My father always told me that you have to make the world what you want it to be. If aren't aiming for nothing, you know the saying, you'll hit it every time."

Volt has posed:
The mention of family gets a meaningful look from Drake, his vivid green eyes lingering on her. "Yeah, well... I don't think your family would have me..." His free hand raises, and his gaze falls to his palm as if the reason is written somewhere thereupon. The hand suddenly drops and he looks aside to her with a weak grin. "I'm scruffy, see? The kind'a guy your dad warned ya about?"

Naturally, that isn't the reason. He's loathe to share the truth, however. There's no telling how she'd react, or who exactly her father is. He could be the chief of police, or an anti-mutant activist. There's just no telling.

Shredder has posed:
    "My dad didn't warn me about many people," Karai answers, glancing at Drake's hand. "Well, my family has some rather unusual characters. The question is more likely to be whether you would have them. Most of them have been rejected by society. We even have two that have been subjected to experiments, making them look like animals. Not a lot of people will accept that. So anyone who joins us has to be open minded."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley's mirth dims when she responds, and he breathes a breezy sigh. "I guess I know how that is, too. So, your family.. what're they, mutants?" His gaze shifts forward, playing off the question as naturally as possible. "I mean, I don't care, personally, just curious.."

Shredder has posed:
    Karai glances back, as if judging something. "Some of them," she says. "If you don't care," she muses, "Why did you ask?" She looks Drake over. "I don't usually ask about things I don't care about."

Volt has posed:
"Cuz society cares," Drake responds immediately. "That'd be why other people reject'em, right? Makes sense to me, if they are."

Shredder has posed:
    "Society is rarely right," Karai answers in a shrewd tone. "Society makes rules for people that presses people down. Society invented slavery. Society builds walls to keep people separate, they push people down through economics." She arches her brow. "I somehow don't think you like fitting with society in that fashion. I know I do not."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley crinkles his nose the more she talks. "I dunno about all that. I just know I don't really fit in with'em, so.. you're right." His free arm loops his hoodie, hugging the garment to his chest. "I don't know what I really want," he lies. It's an innocent enough delivery, and there's some sincere uncertainty coloring his words. He knows what he's hoping for, but he can't be absolutely certain how to get it, or what it really means if he does. "But I know I don't want to be a thief forever. This is temporary."

Shredder has posed:
    "I can understand that," she says. "Some of our family lives outside the law, but not all of them. We teach people to live in a way that fulfills what they want." She smiles, a little softer than she had been. "I can pick out someone who needs a place to belong from a long way off," she says. "If you want, you are welcome to come and meet the rest of the family. But only if you are willing to overlook the faults of others as much as you want your own faults to be overlooked."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley is conflicted. It's tempting, but at the same time, he's concerned with the evident desire to put his legerdemain skillset to use. He knows what he's doing is wrong, but it's with a purpose. He intends to abandon it as soon as he can. So what must they be like?

Drake's gaze turns to Karai again. "Well... I'm...," he hesitates, the nerves clear in his expression. "..I'm a.. you know, I'm.." The last time he said this, he lost everything. And it wasn't even that long ago. "..well, different." He lifts his left hand, fingers splayed. Tiny sparks dance between his digits. It's only a flash of a demonstration, ending as quickly as it began.

Shredder has posed:
    Karai smiles, and this time, it looks like the real girl behind the stone fox routine shines through. "Special," she corrects. "You won't receive judgment from us." She watches the sparks. "I am going to go out on a limb and guess that when the sun goes down, you don't really have a place to stay, either."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley quickly returns his hand to the hoodie, as if the thing he'd shown her might escape if unattended. His eyes lower to the sand ahead as he plods along, the damp sang clinging to his shoes. "I guess not, no..," he admits more quietly, embarrassed. "Just playin' it by ear.."

Shredder has posed:
    The expression on Karai's face says that she expected as much. She nods back in the direction of the parking lot. "The streets of New York are not a good place to be homeless," she says. "Family means looking out for one another. If you want to belong, we can offer that. If you don't, then you can at least have a place for the night," she suggests, looking up at the fading crimson sky. "At any rate, night is coming, and you should decide what you would do for today."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley looks aside to her, then up at the sky. Those burning embers of sunset have cooled in the onset of twilight. His eyes snap back to the girl beside him. "Why do /you/ trust me? I could be a total crazy, y'know."

Granted, it sounded like she may belong to something of a criminal outfit, herself. In fact, it was strongly implied. But he's still curious.

"And you wouldn't.. uh.. do something weird, would'ja? No kidnapping?"

Shredder has posed:
    "Kidnapping?" Karai laughs, "With your talents, it would probably be a very unwise thing for anyone to attempt that on you. And I never said I trusted you, yet. I said I can help you with a place to stay. Trust comes over time, I'm sure that works both ways, yes?" She smiles again, "Besides, you are larger and stronger than I am, no doubt. I hardly think I would be a threat to you."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley cracks a small grin at that and ducks his head. "Yeah, you maybe. I dunno who else is in your family, though. Could be.. like.. Joe-Bob the Knee-Breaker," he jokes quietly. He doesn't focus on his powers, however. That, he just coasts over. If her family isn't like him, his mutation isn't something he feels he should dwell on.

"I, ah.. mn.." Drake's head tips back again to stare up at the sky. With his clothes being wet and the air being humid, it's going to get uncomfortable tonight. That's only putting it mildly. If left to his own devices, he'd try to find somewhere indoors to bunker in and hide until the morning. But here, he's being offered... well, he doesn't really know what he's being offered other than a roof.

Expressive green eyes return to her. "You wouldn't, like, toss me in a cell or something, right? You're not like the Hills Have Eyes family or nothing, are ya?"

Shredder has posed:
    The pop culture reference seems lost on Karai. "The Hills have Eyes..." she muses. "If you are not comfortable joining me, I will not force you," she says simply, her dark brown eyes directly returning his gaze without a flinch. "I could make promises that I have no ill intent, but right now, you have no way to verify my honesty. You must make your decision yourself, whether to trust." She shrugs her thin shoulders. "I understand. Many I find in your position think similarly. Some come, some do not. Who am I to judge?"

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley keeps his gaze trained on hers - no mirth, nor malice, nor suspicion. He's only studying her, searching her. He has the impulse to speak, but before he can act on it, she says something that strikes him.

"Wait. How many homeless people do you bring in? Is this like a shelter?"

Shredder has posed:
    Karai shrugs, "I'm not really certain. We are not a non-profit," she explains. "Not everyone who is part of our family is homeless, and not all homeless belong with us," she seems to be almost a blank slate, one of those people who practice being difficult to read. "We help people with jobs, and no, they aren't all mugging people and the like. Real jobs, ones that give people careers, health insurance. We have teamed up with a few local businesses. Restaraunts, manufacturing, office work. It's not a hand-out, either. As a family, we expect anyone who does decide to be part to give back as well."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley hunches his shoulders and nods quickly, "Yeah, no, I get that, didn't mean anything by it." He looks ahead again with a pensive frown, brow knitting. "I guess one night wouldn't kill me." He then mutters, "Famous last words," wryly under his breath. His gaze shifts aside to Karai, checking if the humor landed at all with her. So far, he's been all swings and zero hits with this girl.

Shredder has posed:
    "Probably not," Karai answers with a coy arched brow. Was that humor on her part? If so, she doesn't seem to deliver jokes well. She turns and starts walking back to the parking lot, heading toward a black Lexus. It isn't the fanciest possible car, but it looks like it isn't lacking in bells and whistles. Leather interior, heads up interface and self-driving enabled. "Take us to the Family House," she directs the car's A.I. She doesn't bother buckling her seatbelt.

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley follows along to the Lexus, and whether or not it's the most fancy car, it gets an appreciative 'ooh'. As for her maybe-joke... well, it's hard to say whether or not she was joking. The arched eyebrow feels like a nod in that direction, but he doesn't know her well enough to be sure. Without a smile, it's impossible to know! So he takes no chances.

Takes no chances, that is, except getting in the car with her. He folds his meager belongings upon his lap, and buckles his seatbelt. "Why does that sound so ominous?," he chides.

Shredder has posed:
    Karai shrugs, "I don't know, it seemed appropriate when I programmed the location." The car starts moving, and soon is on the highway. "Have you spent much time with other mutants?" Karai asks him. "Some are a little less able to blend into normal society than others."

Volt has posed:
"Ah-," starts Drake, taken off-guard by the bluntness of the question. He gives her a wide-eyed stare for a few seconds before clearing his throat and working out an answer. "No. It's just been me. I was hoping to, uh.. meet some others like myself, and I have an idea on how to do it, but that's more a personal deal." Translation: he isn't sharing.

Shredder has posed:
    Karai nods, watching as the traffic passes. "That's fine, I just don't want you staring, think you can handle that?" she asks. "People who look so different don't like it when others stare."

Volt has posed:
"How, uh.. different.. are we talking?," asks Drake cautiously. "I've seen someone with red eyes and stuff, but she looked pretty human. Pretty normal."

Shredder has posed:
    "Well," Karai says, "There is an eight foot tall Rhino man, a warthog man, a Wolf, and a snapping turtle. They look like they came straight out of a monster movie. The warthog particularly does not like people staring. He also can crush a man's skull in one hand." She adds the last as if it were his eye color, casually and nonchalantly. "Just... don't stare."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley does stare, though. At Karai. Even his tonsils get to stare, what with his mouth hanging agape. Some noises come out, but nothing approaching words. Finally, he turns his face forward. "Okay, then!," he says, not so much for pragmatism, but for knowing there really isn't much going back now. "Eyes on my feet. Cool."

Shredder has posed:
    Karai smirks. "Well, don't be a pussy," she comments, the first really casual remark she has made. "No one likes a pussy. And if he gives you a nickname based on some music reference, just go with it, it means he likes you."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley's gaze snaps back to her in shock. He did /not/ expect that from her; neither the casualness, nor the language used to express it! "I- I'm not, I-," he stammers. Drake isn't much for swearing. Sometimes things happen, but it's a rare occurrence. "So I need to look at him? But not? I don't want my head getting smushed."

Shredder has posed:
    "I didn't say he /would/ crush your head," Karai answers. "I said he could. Just act like he is anybody else."
    The car pulls up to the building. It seems fair enough. It's not in the niceset part of town, and it's not well lit in the parking lot. A few cars are present, but not many. A stark lightbulb illuminates a half court basketball hoop, a 2v2 currently taking place with some teens. The building itself is clean, but it's rather non-descript. It looks like a very utilitarian storage building, mostly concrete walls with only a few windows that are tinted. The double doors are a solid red, and the aforementioned wolf man is standing outside. He is several feet taller than either of them, and Karai introduces them in the dim light. "Rahzar," she says, which results in him lumbering forward to her.
    "Karai!" He exclaims in a gruff voice. It looks like he is going to attack, but instead he picks her up in a big hug. She smiles, though it looks like it is only out of cordiality, as the red furred beast squeezes her.
    "Remember, not too tight," she grunts.
     He puts her down. "Sorry," he rumbles apologetically, like a chastised child.
    "Rahzar, this is a friend. Drake," she introduces him.

Volt has posed:
The vehicle pulls up. There's a wolfman at the door.

"Holy crap."

Drake had to get it out of his system before getting out of the vehicle. His eyes shift over to the girl, that uncertainty clearly written on his face, before he finally emerges. His free hand rubs over his face, as if physically attempting to correct his expression. In the end, this 'Rahzar' is greeted with a wide-eyed stare, but a voice that reflects no surprise or concern. No, Drake is just goggle-eyed, is all. "Hey. Yo." It's simple, but it's all he trusts himself to say. There's a steady mantra running through his mind: 'Don't talk about the fur, don't talk about the fur, don't talk about the fur...'

Shredder has posed:
    "Friend?" the giant wolf echoes, arching his brow in the way that only a happy puppy can do. He wanders forward and reaches out to embrace Drake, remembering to be gentle this time. He doesn't try to pick him up.
    "Rahzar is actually still a baby," she comments. "Just think of him like dealing with toddler that weighs six hundred pounds." She smiles amusedly, as if the expression she sees on Drake's face is one that never gets old to her.

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley gasps and tenses as he's suddenly enveloped into the most uncomfortable hug in his life. He makes a quiet, disconcerted noise until he's finally released. "A baby what?," Drake asks immediately off-cuff. Not saying exactly what comes to mind is a serious challenge for him. A weakness, even. Sometimes it nets him the benefit of throwing someone off balance. Sometimes it just makes matters worse.

Shredder has posed:
    "Timber wolf, I think" Karai says uncertainly. "He wasn't born that way, he was experimented on and created in a lab. He lives here now." She starts back in to the doors. "Okay, let's go," she says, heading in through the dors. Assuming Drake follows, inside there is a small non-descript corridor with 'Welcome Home' sprayed in graffiti in the wall. Sounds of music can be heard, which get louder close to the end of the hallway. The door opens, and inside it looks like a teenager's paradise. There is a band jamming out, they aren't all that good, but they are also all teens themselves. Some others are enjoying the scene there, while others are playing various pool games, pinball, air hockey and more. The room is rather massive. There is a bar, and a girl who can't be older than fourteen is walking away with a beer. Sitting at the bar are the previously noted warthog and rhino men, who are dressed as rough as they look, like they are ready for a fight. A couple of teens are sucking each other's faces off in the corner in a giant bean bag, and several are eating pizza, burgers, or whatnot from the bar. A concrete skate park takes up part of the room, and the snap of airsoft guns can be heard in another as they shoot at each other in good fun.
    "This is the main floor," she says. "Most of these just come to hang out, usually quiets down by about 4am or so," Karai comments. "Don't worry, we soundproofed the floor, so if you go upstairs it's not so loud."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley is frankly bewildered by what he sees upon entering the room. It's not so much the rhino and warthog, though despite her warnings, he is sure to skim right past visually. It's the complete delinquency at hand that pops his proverbial monocle. His parents would've gone insane over this place. Might have even made a phonecall. Maybe. If they took long enough to have an interest in what he did, anyway. But he can see why she would think he might fit in with these people.

"I take it you don't get visited by the fuzz too often," he asides to Karai. He remains rather close to her side in the interim.

Shredder has posed:
    Karai laughs, "No, they don't come here," she says confidently, walking to the elevator. She grins, "You can explore in a little while," she notes. "I'll show you where you can sleep." She calls the elevator, which arrives momentarily with a ding. "Not really a homeless shelter, as you can see," she says as she steps in, and hits the button for the fourth floor.

Volt has posed:
"Yeah, like a.. YMCA from Hell," muses Drake as he steps into the elevator. After a beat, he adds, "No offense."

He frees a hand to rub over his head, ruffling up his hair. "So the people who stay here... what do they do? Why take'em in? And how do you fit into this?"

Shredder has posed:
    "Trust takes time," Karai says casually as the elevator rises. "I'll tell you more about me when you earn it. People who live here donate some of their earnings to keep it running. Those who don't have jobs they help keep it clean, work the bar, cafe, and other things like that." The elevator stops, and opens up to another simple hallway that looks like a dormitory. She walks down a few doors, then opens one that has a key hanging in it. It really looks like a dorm room. "Bathroom is down the hall," she comments. "It's not much, but it's someplace for now."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley follows along after her, lips pursing at her response. But he nods nonetheless. It figures. It also only goes further to make him wonder just what it is this little group does. Despite his grades in school, Drake isn't dumb. There are dots to be connected here.

"More than I probably would've had," mentions Drake at the door. When it opens, he breezes inside and takes it in. Why, it's almost like civilization. It feels foreign, in fact - even a little hazy, like it isn't quite real. Has it been that long since he'd had a bed? "I won't wreck the place," he asserts confidently before turning to her again. "And thanks."

Shredder has posed:
    "I appreciate that," Karai answers, "You are most welcome. Movies are on the second floor by the way." She holds up two fingers. "Two things to follow while here," she cautions. "First," she reduces her fingers to one, "Do not compromise the location to anyone. If you have someone you believe can use this place, call me. Second," she indicates the second finger. "If you hear a bell, and you'll know it if you hear it. Go to the basement. It means that either there is a very important announcement, or someone needs help."

Volt has posed:
As she mentions two rules, Drake's eyebrows perk. He knew there was a catch! The first one, he almost expected. Given what they've already talked about, and her keeping her secrets, he's pretty certain they're up to nefarious things here. Nefarious! ...It might be too strong a word. He's trying not to judge. After all, how could he with his own current predicament? And who would he tell? The cops? The second one, however, makes him wonder what exactly he's gotten himself into. Something about it just gives all his heeblies the jeeblies. Something about gathering youth in a basement at the sound of an alarm...

he blinks owlishly at her.

"Um, okay. Sure. No problem."

Shredder has posed:
    "Oh, don't worry, it's nothing too dramatic," Karai assures. "Not usually. We want to keep everyone here safe," she says. "I'll have the system send you a text so that you will have the emergency text number. If you get in trouble, you just hit it, and someone will come to help." See, all for his benefit. She turns to go, and pauses. "Oh, and third floor, only go there if you want to learn to fight. Expect to get bruised up."

Volt has posed:
At last, everything seems like it's settled. Drake nods along, posture starting to slouch as he eases on his defenses. He starts to turn towards the dorm room proper again, only to suddenly pause! "W-what?," he asks, whirling around to face her again. "You got Fight Club upstairs? Freakin'.. Tyler Durden gonna punch me if I go upstairs? What?"

Shredder has posed:
    "No," Karai laughs. "It's a dojo. we teach martial arts," she explains. "But the trainers can be a little rough, so only go there if you really want to learn to fight." She glances over Drake briefly. "And if you think you can handle it." A subtle challenge, perhaps?

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley's face brightens. He got a laugh! He got a laugh out of Karai! That's a small triumph he's going to keep in his pocket. Nevermind the confusion and concern over his surroundings, he got the stoic girl to laugh. That's almost as good as a bed.

..Actually, screw that. The bed is so much better right now.

Her subtle little challenge gets another blink from him. "Hey. I've gotten into plenty of fights. I can handle myself. I'll show ya sometime." So there. Granted, the longer this continues, the more he's starting to look dead on his feet. The prospect of actually sleeping is all but putting him to sleep.

Shredder has posed:
    There is a satisfactory grin that crosses Karai's face. "I'm sure you will," she says. "Good night, Drake," she offers before heading back down the hall.

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley eases the door shut behind her. He then locks it, if locks are present. He backs a few steps from the door, then heads over to the bed. Without further ado, he faceplants into it. He's out within a minute.