As soon as the boat touched shore, Kid was leaping off the bow, landing hard on the ground. With Serge gone off to the other world to tie up whatever loose ends he had left there, there was time to kill. After everything they'd been through so far, a lot of things just weren't sitting right with Kid, and when she felt restless like this, sitting still just wasn't an option.

Although it had been destroyed in the battle to fight FATE, the Dead Sea still intrigued her, called to her in some way— the things they had seen and learned in that place, frozen by time... Project Kid...

If she had had her own way, she would have come here alone. She was hoping to find clues to fill in the blank spots of her memories. To piece together the fragments and flashes she couldn't make sense of. But the knight that had insisted on coming along with her to this place was having none of it.

"Psh, y'know I can take care of myself just fine," she mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest, and most certainly Not Pouting.