Who the hell is talking-- oh. Some dude. Kenzi scrunches up her face at that cheesy-ass line and holds up her left hand, waving so her ring glints in the light. She's taken.

"Probably not. I'd rather skip the poison and everyone dying because two teenagers couldn't keep it in their pants. I'm too old for that shiz." Not too old, however, to be loitering outside a gym! She's grateful for the distraction, though.