Kira cleared her throat at Jackson's comment and changed her pose, standing with her feet apart, her shoulders relaxed, the crosse held in both of her hands. So she might have tried too hard to come off as cool, whatever. Wasn't the first, nor the last time it happened to her. At least this time she didn't fall on her ass after doing something awesome.
She shuddered as she remembered the nightmare she had last night -- she scored on the goalie after avoiding Whittemore's tackle, only to trip on air and fall flat on her face, much to the whole team's mirth. Thank god that was only a nightmare.
"Thanks. And yeah, no worries, I'll play by the rules during the official games, I'll just have to read up on them first. Um, I do Kendo, used to do martial arts and swimming as a kid, too." She replied, a small smile playing around her lips. So she might have charged too fast because she was too excited about the whole thing but she managed to score a goal! And Whittemore seemed impressed with how she played, so that bode rather well for her. Or so she thought.
"Was the not bad good enough to make the team?" She wondered, looking around her to see if Stiles was there to see her goal.