She takes a cursory glance around, and then settles more comfortably near his side. She shouldn't, probably, but Kyra takes Liam at his word. If she said she didn't want a picture with him too, she'd be lying. Grasping little moments of pure normality is a treasure. Maybe that's why the school still did things like this dance. It's why she can't complain about it,at least not very much.

"Petra Davenport." She murmurs. "And I'll also need a copy of the picture."