"As fun as it's been roughing it in the wilderness, hoping that some brightly-colored predator doesn't devour me whole or making a bed out of used water bottles in the aftermath of a club party," Zahra springs to their feet, stretching, "I think I'm going to have to take you up on that offer."

They cock their head to the side, looking at Kaiba strangely. "Wait. You haven't insulted me, demanded Atem back, or cold-cocked me in the face yet. Are you, like, okay?" While the concern is obviously false, there's a bit of genuine curiosity in Zahra's (dirt-stained) face.