"I'm not looking for friendship from the scientists, or the rest of our<i>special</i>kind. Nor do I know my limits, with you." She spoke, never missing a beat. spinning and turning and stepping in fluid motion. Latin dances were her favorite, so complex or simple. Yet making a woman feel empowered in her body. She closed her eyes and sank back to the floor as the song ended. That was it for today. "You know sleepy me. Clumsy half awake, me. I'm up now, and you intruded on my personal business. No one usually ever wanders over this way." The girl stood, walking to the far end of the room to retrieve her phone. She tucked it snugly into her bra, and slipped her feet back into her tennis-shoes.<br/><br/>Then, she walked over to Mithos and put a hand on her hip looking him square in the face. "And, as far as I know. I haven't fucked with you yet." She smirked. Appreciating the small play on words she'd used. "You may be a big shot in your own world. But, I don't know you. I generally keep to myself and away from anything with a dick. Catty children like to fight over the lack of male population down here. I don't think sex is worth fighting for. I can save my energy for more productive things." The small girl looked up at him, "You aren't so warm and fuzzy yourself. Why take words with a grain of salt? Live. Let go. Have fun."<br/><br/>Faria's face had gone from sarcastially playful to serious in half a second while talking. On the last note, she dropped her hand from her hip and began to walk toward the door. Her hips swayed with her walk, a natural thing for her unlike other girls. She was done with him now, his complete and utter seriousness putting her off him. Today was going to be a long damn day if she kept running into him now that he lived in her wing. A guy she'd never noticed before.