Andrew laughed slightly to her replies. She seemed to be a level headed person, which was good. Just not the insane type Andrew usually hung out with. Christ, Jack and Chase could make up the reason as to why Andrew was insane. Before his fourth year, he was never like this. Always quiet and always timid. Then he killed some people and broke a few necks, but that wasn't important. Not at all. He looked back at Kiara and said "I like to have somewhat of a rush. Getting hurt just shows you're human. Can't have a scar without scraping a few knees." His metaphors sucked. Badly.
Andrew raised an eyebrow when she corrected him about her name. Couldn't really see it, yet his expression from his mouth showed it. "I meant Madonna as in the Italian way to say lady," he replied to her, showing no expression to his reply "Sort of a respectful thing I suppose. I don't know, I'm not Italian!" He rubbed his eyes a little, which were stinging a bit due to his exhaustion. He body yearned for sleep yet his brain said 'no'. "I don't sleep unless I'm going to die," he joked, his smile showing it.
He placed his head against the bark of the tree, his body feeling numb already. It felt like it just wanted to do a manual shutdown and finally end the long streak without recharging. He shook his arms and legs a little to keep them awake. Maybe just a few minutes wouldn't kill him...maybe.