<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;">The heavy rain helped sober Hannah up as they walked towards her home; a not-very-fancy place above an Asian specialties store. It was a relief to turn from the streets and into the cul-de-sac where her front door was hidden. She cast a quick glance behind her to make sure he was still there before she ran as fast as she dared up the rain-slick rickety metal spiral staircase to a small plateau on the first floor, and unlocked the door. She fumbled with her keys, but finally got in, shaking and soaking.<br/><br/>What do you say the first time you have an extra-terrestrial over? 'Hi, this is my home, nothing in here will kill you unless you're really stupid and/or psychotic'? Hannah made a vague sound of exasperation as she remembered how she had absolutely not told it - him? She still wasn't sure - that she came in peace. <span style="color: #FF80BF">"Buzz Lightyear would be very disappointed in you,"</span> she mumbled to herself, saluting the Buzz Lightyear figurine that was posing proudly atop a stack of wooden crates that had been re-purposed as a shelf arrangement.<br/><br/>The whole apartment oozed necessitated recycling. The leaf green two-person couch clearly had seen better days; the little carpet in front of it, too. The curtains that hung by the only window in the living/kitchen combo room that made up 80% of Hannah's home were faded and frayed. But it was clean, and it wasn't any more than she needed.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80BF">"It's not much, but - being an errand girl doesn't exactly net you the big pay checks,"</span> she said, pulling off her wet sweatshirt with some difficulty, revealing a bright yellow top underneath. Her pink hair, which had been in a neat bun when she left her house this morning, curled and twisted its way to her shoulders. Hannah flicked a switch, and the ceiling light flickered once or twice before coming on properly, casting the room into a slightly industrial light. It irritated her. It should not be impossible to make fluorescent lamps that kept things looking alive instead of artificial in its glow, should it?<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80BF">"Y'know, I don't usually take people home I've just met,"</span> she joked as she filled an electrical kettle with water and set it to boil. <span style="color: #FF80BF">"Did I get cookies? Yeees, we have cookies, dude,"</span> she said triumphantly, fishing out a couple of teabags and a sleeve of chocolate-chip she'd found in an overstuffed cupboard. The kettle clicked, she poured water into two mugs, and carried one steaming mug and the cookies to the couch, where she sat down. She leant back against one armrest with a sigh that echoed with the simple joy of sitting down after a long day. She gestured towards the other mug that she had left on the counter.<br/><span style="color: #FF80BF"><br/>"Go on, it's yours. Not poison, just hot. See?"</span> She took a sip and smiled.</div></div>