She wasn't sure what compelled her to stick around after she got him home. She did her job, she could go back home, but yet she didn't. Instead, she wandered around his apartment, picking up the seemingly endless amounts of bottles and cans that dotted across his living room. She shouldn't like him, honestly, he was nothing but an ungrateful asshole to her, yet she still wanted to help him in any way that she could. There was something about him, something she couldn't quite put her finger on, that made him different. He wasn't just a grumpy young man, he had reasons for his attitude. She knew that it was no reason to be such a dick to someone who went out of their way to help you, but she kept it in the back of her mind.<br/><br/>She wasn't extremely tired anymore, not after the small adventure she had endured in the early hours of the morning, so she decided just to pick up his apartment to make it presentable in the least. She didn't think Ethan was awake, so no harm done. However, she was proven wrong when she heard his deep voice from the direction of the couch he currently resided. She widened her eyes when she heard his words, looking over to him from her trash bag of glass. "Don't sweat it, I was awake anyway." There was no use in making him feel badly or simply wanting to get home without endangering anyone, so she didn't try. Sure, it was an inconvenience, but she's the one who gave him her number, if he needed help she had vowed to provide.<br/><br/>She offered him a smile smile as she turned back to finish cleaning up, though his next words truly stopped her in her tracks. She looked back down at him, shaking her head with a slight smile. "Don't worry about it, I'm a big girl, I can handle it." She winked to him and walked away, setting the bag she held in her hand on the counter along with the rest.<br/><br/>She grabbed a couple bottles of water and walked over to him, handing him one and setting down the others next to him. "Lots of water, okay? Do you need anything? It's almost three, I should get home soon. Assuming you're good here." She offered her help once more. She wasn't looking forward to riding the subway alone at such an early hour, but how else would she get back? She certainly isn't walking. She took note of his sweat and, most likely, beer stained shirt, deciding he needed some other clothes. So, she walked into his bedroom and grabbed one that sat on his desk, walking back towards him and handing it to him. "I'm not helping you with this, you can do it on your own." She teased with another smile, tucking some of her brown hair behind her ear.<br/><br/>She really wished he was sober.