Spotting the man weaving his way through the crowd, Kelly threw him an easy wave, waiting for him to make his way over and start talking before she did.

"Thanks. I'd say it's good to be back, but I'd rather have ground under my feet than Stacy's innards anyday. You know what I mean though." She smirked, nudging him in the shoulder with an armored fist. She would have punched him, but she didn't trust the armor not to send him flying across the room. "Been keeping things in order, Kennedy?"