Lark spun the pipe behind her left hand. She wasn't all too surprised at how easily she could hold it. There was something to be said for constantly playing the violin, which required a lot of arm strength. Paopao dipped her head at the human, going back to sit by Kit's foot. Lark didn't quite notice this, listening to the other person. His eyes were dark, dark with something she could only vaguely recognize. It was disheartening however, and she found herself disliking it. Now wasn't the time to mention it and so she smiled at him happily, shaking his hand with ease.
"It's okay, really," she demurred. "I didn't do anything special. You were hurt so people needed to help. I'm happy Paopao and I could!" It was a rather flooring amount of sincerity from her, but this was a fact. She was happy he was okay and she was even happier that he wasn't panicking. "My nae is Lark, but you can call me Kit! Everyone does... or did at any rate." She glanced in the direction of her apartment. It wasn't destroyed yet, which to her was a good sign. Maybe Jake had gone back there. "This is Paopao by the way." She gestured to the Labramon, who gently licked her clenched hand. "What... do you want to do now?" She wasn't sure it was okay to leave them alone but staying out here in the open could be any better.
Lark stared at this whole occurrence with mild confusion before sliding off of the Labramon's back and following Artemis' directions. "Um... is that creature okay Paopao?"
Labramon whined a neutral reply. She didn't know and she was concerned, but she was more pleased by the fact that Lark had not been hurt. If she had gone in there with that silly rabbit, well, Paopao would have had a few words for that bunny and more than a couple of barks. She went over despite this, leaving Kit clutching the pipe nervously. Sniffing the human, she dripped drool onto his face, gently licking to avoid clothes.