It was the end of school and Brit was watching the Upperton cheerleaders pour their heart and soul into perfecting their latest cheer. Well, more like trying to stay focused: once you see the same thing a duration of approximately fifteen minutes, you start to drift. Being a person who possessed both photogenic and photographic memory, she'd basically memorized the routine and was only watching for slip-ups. And when Bonnie didn't stick the landing for the third time since they'd rehearsed, she calmly drummed her fingers against the crate of Power-Up! Revivals as she waited until she could offer her assistance. "Alright everyone, that was a good run." Kim began as those who made up the top links backflipped out of formation. "Let's take ten." The girls slowly moved to sit on the benches. Getting up, the bench-bound brunette picked up the crate and handed out the water bottles with electrolyte shots. As each girl wearily murmured their thanks, she nodded in acknowledgement. Seating herself beside the young heroine, she handed a bottle to her. A moment of silence passed, minus the occasional drift of conversation from the other cheerleaders.
Breaking the silence, the fighter asked, "What's wrong, Captain?" the young adult only sighed as she took a sip of her beverage. "It's your sister: I don't know what's up with her balance." Taking another sip, she added, "Usually, she's so on top of things. Something like landing a flying double tuck has proven to be a no big for her in the past." Glancing quickly at the person of interest, she sighed. "I hope she's okay." Hearing the Huntress hum pensively beside her, she quipped, "I know you haven't seen or spoken to each other in a while, but do you think you might know why she's not on her A-game?" the brunette only hummed again as her gaze rested on her sister. Turning to her green-eyed friend, she shrugged. "Not from what I see." After a beat of silence, she added, "But, I do agree that her mind is somewhere else… like at home, maybe."
Getting up, she stretched and her teal orbs drifted to the general direction of the clock. Looking to the young Possible, she smiled tiredly. "Hey, Kim, maybe we should call it a day." Seeing the redhead glance around her, she waited for the eye contact with her to be resumed. Nodding in agreement, the Captain announced, "Alright everyone, time to wrap it up. Practice will resume at 3:30 pm tomorrow after Study Hall." Watching the other cheerleaders walk off to the change rooms, Brit gently nudged the heroine in the arm. Hearing the offhanded hum, she whispered, "And could you tell Ron I'm making a house call." Seeing the raised brow, she smiled. "He'll know what I mean."