She watched as he placed the two cups on the table between them. It was odd though she felt that it was symbolic of their relationship so far. She was on one end and he was on the other, the table their only means of communication. She eyed the coffee cup for a moment, a bit weary. Though she had not seen him prepare the coffee, she knew it was wrong to think that he would have poisoned it. She scolded herself mentally, unable to get past the old life that she had lived. Everyday there had been a new threat, but Azrai, he was trying to make her feel safe. Protected. She wasn't sure if she would ever be less paranoid, though she could at least try and think that she was safe. For now. Her frail fingers reached out and took the coffee mug in her hand. She inhaled the robust aroma, a faint smile touching her lips. Pulling the dark liquid into her mouth, she allowed herself a moment to enjoy the heat that flooded through her body. It was odd to think it but it warmed her chilled body. Maybe it was curing the shock that she had been going through internally. She hated to admit anything was wrong with herself, but deep down she knew that she was terrified to be in this new situation. At least in her village she knew what was to come, with Azrai, all she had was his words. Words were meaningless at times.<br/><br/>The bitter taste of the moka travelled across her taste buds and her nose scrunched slightly. It had been a while since she had last had a drink of it, but she didn't understand why he had pulled out a carton of...some unknown liquid. She had always had her moka black, as it should be. She had heard that some people actually put cream and sugar into it, but that merely took away the taste, in her opinion. When he began to speak, she eyed him carefully and listened to his words. She felt a quirk of her lips as he regarded her constant worries and thoughts. She knew that it was probably a bit of an overkill with all the incessant worries, but it was not like she was good for anything. However she needed to remind herself that Azrai had a job that he needed to handle. That job being her, so of course he wouldn't really need much help, well perhaps from a few colleagues of his. But from her? No, she would just idly sit and wait until he told her what needed to be done. Not like that mattered, she was very good at waiting. She had been waiting her whole life. For what? Sometimes she wasn't even sure. Was it for freedom? Or death? Death was sort of like freedom, it would allow herself to escape the constant torment. But Azrai was showing her a different kind of freedom than she had been wishing for. One that she was very curious about. She would express her gratitude to him when this was all said and done. That is if he stayed around for her to do so.<br/><br/>They sat in silence after he finished speaking for the time being, she assumed that he was lost in thought. This allowed her time to collect herself better. She had to start thinking more independently from now on, She was sure that by the end of this mission of his, she would have to know how to think like a person who had never been isolated before. A person who was born with freedom and knew how to survive on their own. Pursing her lips together she was troubled within her mind. How could she know what that was like? She took another drink from her coffee, her pale hands cradling the mug carefully. There was a lot that she needed to know in order to survive in this New World, and Azrai had promised that he would tell her. Though was she not asking him a lot? Not only was he trying to ensure her safety, he was taking her away from that wretched life she lived, and she had the audacity to ask him to teach her things about this world. How rude and selfish of her! She should apologize though she glanced over at him and realized that he was probably tired of her apologies and worries. She wanted to apologize for that too, but she knew it was unnecessary. Letting out a faint sigh, she glanced out the window, curious as to what lied outside. Fear quickened the beating of her heart and she wasn't sure if this was a good idea. Once again she was beginning to have doubts about this whole situation. Could she really survive? Could she ever really escape. Being held in isolation was all she knew and once she had come to terms with it, she knew it would be difficult to break that thought process. But she had to do so! If she had wanted freedom so bad, then damnit, she would work for it with just as desperation as she had when she was at the Tsukino Compound.<br/><br/>Her attention was brought back to Azrai and she placed her almost empty coffee mug on the table between them. Crimson eyes stared at him in an unwavering manner, though she still refused to look him in his eyes, always opting to gazing at his chin or forehead, If not those places, then she would look past him towards the plain walls that defined their room. She had never been allowed to look anyone in the eye and she would not begin to start now unless the other permitted it. She tilted her head to the side, clearly hearing the frustration in his voice. It seemed that he wanted to get in touch with his contacts faster, however there seemed to be a dilemma. She was not hurt by the fact that he wanted to get out of here fast or possibly get rid of her faster. If he knew what she was, he would have probably have been less kind. She merely nodded her head as he explained things to her. She perked up at the aspect of food and leaving the room.<br/><br/>She may have not been the best at understanding how people interact, though she was sure that he was teasing her with his last comment. She wanted to scoff or roll her eyes, but she was unsure about either of those actions. Instead she hoped up immediately, waving her hands frantically. "I-I would definitely enjoy leaving this room in order to indulge in the morning meal," she said in a slightly panicked tone, as if she felt that if she didn't answer fast enough that would decide her fate; being confined in this room all day. A flush of embarrassment touched her cheeks and she glanced down at the floor, bowing her head slightly. "Forgive my sudden outburst...but I would most definitely love to leave this room," she murmured in a more subdued tone. She looked at her pale feet, watching as she curled her toes somewhat nervously. She was still not used to communicating with another person, though she was dying in mortification thanks to her inelegant mannerisms moments before. "I....I should prepare for departure."<br/><br/>She rushed to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. She let out a long breathe before wanting to slap heself in the face. Just because he had saved her doesn't mean that she should forget all the mannerisms that she had been taught. A lady must never seem too eager. A lady must never have outbursts. A lady should be quiet. She should be seen not heard. With a shake of her head, she pulled off the bathrobe that she slept in last night, and pulled back on her kimono. Nimble fingers did their best at trying to brush away the dirt that had gathered at the hem and near her knees. It was definitely not the most suitable outfit to wear, but she had nothing else and she would not walk around in a bathing robe today. Glancing into the reflecting glass, she could see that a few hours of sleep had treated her well. There were still a few small bruises under her eyes from years of interrupted sleep. Her skin seemed to hold some kind of color to them. Running her fingers through her hair, she winced as she pulled out a few tangles from her raven locks. She allowed herself a small chuckle, almost wishing that she had been informed of her rescue, so then she could have packed a few outfits and perhaps a brush. Though that would defeat the purpose of a surprise rescue, wouldn't it?<br/><br/>After splashing her face a couple of times with some cold water, she dried off her hands before exiting the bathing area. She had successfully recovered from her prior embarrassment and was more concerned with filling her empty stomach. She placed herself back on the edge of the chair she had found so fond. "Azrai, I am ready for departure when you are ready," she said, glancing over at him, before fiddling with her kimono once more, trying her best not to seem nervous. This would be the first time that she would be able to experience the New World. Last night did not really allow for that much exploration but with the given circumstances, she understood why they could not journey farther for her curiosity's sake. Now she was buzzing, practically fidgeting, to exit the room and see all that she could. Perhaps it was the caffeine from the moka that made her this jittery or her nerves. Whichever it was, she didn't care for because there were was so much going through her mind at this point. What would it be like? How much different was it than her village? Well last night proved that there was a lot of technology involved and architecture. Those huge buildings were just prime examples. She already knew most of these answers but she wanted to experience them firsthand, with her own eyes. More questions of curiosity popped up in her mind as she patiently waited.