She scowled at his derisive laughter, masking just how much those words hit home.<b>"If this is your attempt at pillow talk," </b>she scoffed as he settled beside her, his tail entwining itself between her legs,<b> "then I have to say, I'm not impressed."</b>As much as she hated to admit it, he had a point. Even if she left this city, where was she to go? There were no human drifter colonies nearby that she knew of, and among aliens, there was no guarantee that she'd be received well. Although the Drej hadn't actively hunted humans since the destruction of Earth, many still feared that harboring humans was to risk retribution from them. Garraus didn't seem to share that fear, although it had never stopped him from lording it over her before.<br/><br/>She sat up as he dismissed her, irately shoving her tail away from her legs.<b>"Hopefully, it brings you getting hit by a bus," </b>she muttered, walking away from the rumpled bed to collect her shed clothing. She bent over to sweep them into a pile and scoop them up, inadvertently giving Garraus a brief view of the state he had left her in before throwing on her nightshirt and sweatpants again for the walk of shame back to her apartment.<br/><br/>Once home, having showered once more and taken a late dinner, she practically fell into bed, more exhausted than she had been before. One day, she swore, this would end, but whether it was from her finding a new place to live, finally killing that son of a bitch, or putting a bullet between her own eyes, she wasn't sure.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>A cool, foggy morning greeted her the next day, encouraging her to stay enveloped in the coziness of her bed for a bit longer before finally getting up. She stretched, yawning, then shuffled to the kitchen for her morning coffee. Her apartment had a small balcony, and she sat outside on it as she sipped from a steaming cup, idly watching the streets below. She wasn't due to come into work at the spaceport today, and beyond lazing about, she hadn't yet decided how to spend the day.