She honestly hasn’t expected him to answer the door at all, much less let her I sude. She would have expected him to curse her out and tell her to leave, but he didn’t, which was nice. As the door slid open, she stepped I side, her eyes squinting to get used to the dark contrast of the room. She looked around the room, seeing the tv in the corner illuminating what it could, the three barstools standing alone on an empty counter top. She set her cookies on the counter, looking around his apartment, eyeing the bottle that he set on the counter. It was nearly empty, and his faded gaze had her assuming that he wasn’t entirely sober at this point.<br/><br/>She turned to him as he gave his snide remark as her welcome, but the offense that he had tried to bestow on her simply didn’t affect her. She wished that she didn’t have the same reputation that the rest of her family had, but she dealt with it every day of her life. It was something that she had gotten used to at this point. She simply laughed at his sneer, shrugging in response and leaning against his counter. She took in his battered appearance for the first time and couldn’t help the frown that slipped onto her face. She was quick to wipe it off, however, not wanting to show him pity as she was sure he would snap at her for it.<br/><br/>When he commented on her cookies and the fact that he clearly didn’t want to see her, she simply played witty back. “Well luckily for you, you never saw me in the first place, you saw the other three, they don’t count because I am an actual person,” she sent a wink his way, gesturing to the cookies. “Well I would give you money, except money says ‘don’t sue’, where cookies say ‘I’m sorry’. Plus, I’m not a bitch.” She shrugged in response to his remark, tilting her head at him. “Seriously though, as sorry as I am that you got whacked with the car I would like to thank you for being in the middle of the road, your misfortune saved me a rather awful brunch with some rather awful people. I know that’s rather untasteful, but if you were in my position, you’d thank me, too.” She gave a small laugh, offering a smile as she eyed him.<br/><br/>He really didn’t look in that great of shape. “Are you okay though, seriously. I genuinely want to make sure that you aren’t, you know, dead. If you need anything let me know, I’m actually a rather fun person to be around.” She gave him another grin, offering him a cookie. “If you don’t eat these you will regret it, trust me.” She just wanted to break some ice between them. Even though she hadn’t been the one to hit him, she still felt terribly for it.