Lay stepped out of the dust.
Both hands behind her back. Her posture loose, casual, the cloak settling around her with every slow movement in the cold air. The lazy half-smile was still there. She walked the last meter toward Kori with the easy pace of a woman approaching a stranger at a party - no threat in her body, no tension in her shoulders, no acknowledgment whatsoever of the fact that she had been slammed into a rooftop thirty seconds ago.
"Hmmm," Lay said. She tilted her head. "You kinda look familiar..."
Kori held her stance.
