Feferi had dragged Dirk, though she was mightily disappointed that Dave had not been available. According to Dirk. Feferi had seized his hand upon exiting the car, breaking into a trot, her short legs pumping as she headed toward the spot Kanaya had indicated. She was not... fast.

Feferi blared pink, in shiny spandex exercise pants that hugged her curvy self and ended at mid calf. Her shoes were a matching pink, and her top consisted of a loose pink t-shirt over a black sportsbra, baring her midriff.

"KANAYA!!!!" she cried, waving energetically as she continued what counted as sprinting for her short self. Dirk probably could keep apace while walking briskly. Her hair, for once, was caught up in twin braids that flowed out behind her as she bounced toward the gathering. "KA-NA-YAAAA!!!!!!!"