Brow quirked, Regan crossed her arms and put on a cute grin. "Juice box being for you, right? Because--"
"No one should be drinking before a fight. Not good for the drift." Colleen sidled up to Misty's side, slipped an arm around her waist and smiled. She could sense her sister reaching her boiling point a mile away. "Colleen," she introduced, "My girl Misty, and you are...?"
Regan resisted the urge to roll her eyes, they were just having some fun. A little mess hall banter. She looked the redhead over and put on another smile. "Regan. Misty here was just telling me about your recent win."