Kira smiled at the compliment, "Thanks!" She leaned in as if sharing a secret and said in a stage-whisper, "Don't tell anyone but I've been practicing." She sighed. "Long, hard hours of lonely streetwalking." Brow knitting, she noted, "Which makes me sound like a hooker." He laughed at the joke which made her smile widen.
Turning around, Kira leaned up against one of the shelves and looked over at Justin. "I lived in New York until I was five when we moved back to Osaka for my father's job," she answered. "We stayed there until I was seven." She wondered how much to share. Justin had made no mention of his own lycanthropy so it made her question whether it was subject that she be brought up. Maybe it would be best to say nothing unless he asked. For now, at least. "There was," she paused and her cheerful demeanor sobered at whatever memory was revisiting her thoughts, "an accident. We moved back to New York because of it." Her expression brightened again with a smile, "I've been here every since."
"Having my own place is kinda a new thing, actually," she continued. "It took some time convincing but my parents finally let me move out." Her parents had never come right out and said why they didn't want her living on her own but she knew. Their protectiveness mingled with their distrust of the other she was now had made them balk. They trusted her yet, at the same time, they also didn't.