She rolled her eyes at his modesty, knowing that it may not have been much him, or anyone else. However, to her, something like this was unimaginable. She may have been in a complex that even before the war, people would have considered a luxury, but she didn’t consider it one when she was in pain nearly every day that she woke. She smiled and shook her head at him. “No, this is seriously so cool, you’ve got your own little home going on here, I’d die for this,” she let a small laugh escape her mouth, but it quickly faded as she turned her head, hearing him speak of the condition he found the plane and its passengers. As she pictured the scene in her mind, she couldn’t help but feel grief for what Arc must have stumbled on. While he may have been able to describe his early Fall experience with an even tone and a straight face, she couldn’t imagine that it didn’t affect him somehow, and it’s possible it still affects him today. She took into account how young he must’ve been when the Fall happened, and counted herself lucky that she wasn’t alone as he was. She’d had her Dad and her sister for the first couple years of the destruction. She simply stayed silent, listening to his story and staying leaned against the wall.<br/><br/>She listened as he dug through his drawers, deciding that with how tired she was, she could honestly fall asleep in the position she’s in now. Her eyes began to close and she leaned onto some cabinet when she heard him step closer and sit in front of her. She cracked her eyes open and sat back up, giving him room to sit in front of her and eyed the syringe in his hand. Sure, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t wary. “Honestly, I could care less where I sleep and I’m sure the floor is one of the only options, did it once, I’ll do it again.” She honestly didn’t mind. Heck, she almost fell asleep against the wall, she just knew he didn’t ever have anyone else here and doubted that he had space for another person. Plus, the floor wasn’t so bad.<br/><br/>She watched him draw the liquid from the vial into the needle, observing how careful he was with his hands. He was a very focused and precise individual, and it intrigued her. Everything that he did was perfect, nothing was every out of place. She nodded as he explained the need for the injection and gave him a small smile. “Don’t worry about hurting me, I can take a needle.” She knew he didn’t want to hurt her but she’d had worse, so she didn’t care. Plus, she wanted to sleep, so she didn’t care how careful he was at this point. She scooted so she was a little closer to him to make it easier, waiting for him to get it set up. He was right, those beasts could carry some nasty diseases, she’d appreciate not falling ill. Besides, if she died from some infection, she couldn’t hang out with Arc, could she?<br/><br/>She knew she kissed him, even though it wasn’t much, it just felt like the right thing to do before their impending doom. Nothing told her he was eager to repeat that sort of affection, so she likes the idea of getting to know him, maybe she’ll find some answers. But so far, she wasn’t hating her life, maybe this time around she wouldn’t get screwed over, maybe she’s done running.