"Well, my 'friends' call me Loser, or Wuss, or Fag, but I really prefer Kyra." she huffed. She'd had a lot of difficult times back at the old schools, and it was very obvious in the sarcastic tone she used. The aforementioned "friends" were obviously former bullies. "But, yeah. Kyra." she repeated, confirming that it, in fact, was her name.
And then one of the oddest looking Jolteons she'd ever seen approached her, seemingly wobbling, balancing awkwardly on his paws.
"I suppose it depends on what kind of assistance you need," she replied coolly, hardly missing a beat. There was definitely a lot going on. A Joltik, on his way over to them, the battle that appeared to be over, the Rockruff having lost, Sythn attempting conversation with her, and the Jolteon, Arceus knew what happened to him. She was easily overwhelmed, Kyra, and she quickly stood up, backing away just a step or two, until the chaos settled down.