I watched Adrienne leave the kitchen and couldn't help but roll my eyes again. That snippy little…brat. She had taken me completely by surprise, and I don't get surprised easily. I did not expect a little scientist girl to kick like that. And that kick… I bent my knee a few times. She had gotten me good. I wanted to get her back right then and there, but I thought twice. After all, she's Whitmore's granddaughter. I knew that I shouldn't get involved. It wasn't worth losing my job, as far as I was concerned. I sighed as I cleaned up the mess we had left in the kitchen. Usually I'd leave that to the maids, but at that moment I didn't care. Suddenly I had a feeling of emptiness wash over me. I missed my mother and father. This made me chuckle to myself. I hadn't seen them for years…not since I had gone off to train with Commander Rourke when I was seventeen. It was father's idea. Commander Rourke was tough, but I could take him on. I beat him in hand to hand combat and chess. Ha! He and Whitmore would get together once in a while. We had gone on an expedition to Iceland only a year ago. The reason? To get some crazy book called the Shepherd's Journal. According to Whitmore, it was the key to discovering the lost city of Atlantis. I smirked. Wouldn't little Adrienne love to hear about that? She's an archaeologist…it would drive her insane. Then again, it might drive me insane first. After all, she'd be all over me with questions. She reminded me of my youngest brother. He was always lively and full of questions. Adrienne asked questions, but seemed like she held an inner pain. I left the kitchen. Why was I so curious about Whitmore's granddaughter? Why did I even care? I walked up the stairs slowly. After that episode in the dining room, I was more than ready to turn in early. I walked down the hall. Adrienne's room was a few doors down from mine. As I passed her room, I couldn't help but lean up against the door. How had she really taken our fight? I listened intently. And then I heard…her crying? She was crying? About what I wondered. I stayed there for a few more seconds and realized that it was not my problem. Perhaps she was more bark…and not as much bite as I thought she was.