She stood her ground, her jaw clenching at the word Chika. She hated that word, it was street talk, and she found it very improper. Considering she grew up in a stable, well-off family, she was always taught that the streets were a place of vermin, and vulgar speaking habits.<br/><br/>"The name is Kirimi! Not 'Chika', got it?" she said in a slightly more aggravated tone, "And as far as I see it, stealing is stealing. It is all the same to me whether you steal my food or my television."<br/><br/>She slowly lowered her gun as he brought up the unarmed factor again. She still had the advantage over him if he tried to do anything. The gun was still in her possession and she planned on keeping it that way. She let out a sigh of frustration.<br/><br/>"Like I said, I didn't know who was down here, or what they wanted," She fumed, "I have to be prepared for anything. You have no idea how scared I was..."<br/><br/>As his eyes met hers she shuddered back a little.<br/>"I...I'm not going to shoot you..." She murmured, "but I don't see anything I need protected from. I have a gun, that's all the protection I believe I need." She sneered a little at his new request, "Let you stay here? Do you think I'm that crazy? I just met you in my kitchen, and you broke into my house for food nonetheless, the last thing I want is for you to stay with me! I'm safe, what is possibly out there that could make me fearful? To make it noted, I'm in one of the safest neighborhoods in Tokyo. What is out there that I could possibly need you for?"<br/><br/>Her voice was cold, her eyes stinging with venom. She had never heard a request as ridiculous as his, but he got her thinking...