<i>She really had a tongue didn't she? </i>He had heard the last remark as he helped her up. He couldn't help But smirk a little from her comments. A tough cookie.<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F94%2F45%2F14%2F944514beffc56cb006831de65cf489e3.jpg&amp;hash=6572f6b1a6cc1f1274a51a46c2fb687a" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/94/45/14/944514beffc56cb006831de65cf489e3.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Aaron</a>nodded his head as she made her remark— she seemed to know what she was getting into. But still, he couldn't help but want to help her out. He wasn't sure if it was because he was being chivalarous or if it was because he hadn't been with or really seen an attractive woman in over five years. He watched her walk, not helping to watch her hips sway as she walked away onto the food line, but before he could even take a step a man— who seemed to fit right in with Victor's crowd stepped in front of him, blocking his path.<br/><br/>Aaron took the small chit of paper from the man and folded it and slipped it into his pocket. However, he did memorize the room number. "Thank you." Was all he could manage, unsure of how to react verbally to the threat of hearing Victor commit unspeakable acts upon his now neighbor. He watched the elderly but still broadly shouldered man stalk off to take his place amongst the rank of dogs that followed Victor around.<br/><br/>Turning his head towards Brandy and swallowing, he made his way onto line. Without even caring he cut right behind her— drawing a few protests which eh quelled with a glare— he may not have been the most well built, but at 6'2 he still toured over most of the Recruits.<br/><br/>"It seems that helping people out around here makes you neighbors with them." He pulled out his slip and flashed it to her for a second before grabbing one of the steel trays. "They're going to come after you."