Brows pinched at the mouthy slayer Sita had come to recognize as Kennedy. Due to the interactions previously incurred the girl wasn't her favorite person in the world, but the hired hand was more willing to be civil with her then many of the others. Even if this headache and stiffness would make that a hard bite to swallow.
"Believe it o' not, the rest of us can take some licks too. Not just you revved up killing machines." The stiffness was starting to settle into her legs, making walking slow as she managed her way to the classic muscle car the watcher babied oh so much. Unlocking the door with a click she threw her back into the backseat of the car before laying a hand on the roof and looking over to see if the slayer wanted to say anything else before she headed out for the day.