She took a sip, cringing slightly at the bitterness, but grateful for the warmth is was providing her in the rapidly chilling air. She felt bad complaining, so she just kept her mouth shut about the situation.<br/><br/>She clutched the cup in her hands, drumming her fingers against it as she listened to him speak. She tried to image what that must have been like, not knowing whether or not the people you saw were actually real people. For a moment, she wondered for a split second if one had ever impersonated the person next to her, if he could have been one and was just lying. She brushed it aside quickly, reminding herself she was in no position to cast judgment on the person who feeding her and giving her shelter at the moment. She nodded when appropriate, listening and trying to understand what this had to do with her uncle.<br/>She looked at the window as he was, seeing the remnants of the earlier smoke coiling in tails against the sky, seeing the heavy outlines of the frames outlined against a dying sunset. She imaged that it had once looked like something magnificent.<br/>â€œI canâ€™t image what that must have been like.â€<br/><br/>She flushed as the question about her Uncle floated in the air, feeling embarrassed that she knew almost nothing. There was no point in covering it up.<br/><br/>â€œI donâ€™t really know anything,â€ she said with a sigh, scanning her hands to give her worried eyes something to focus on. â€œI know it sounds strange, but I donâ€™t. When I was younger, my dad and him worked in a partnership of sorts. My mom had said he was inventor, and my dad never said anything about it really. I never really asked,â€ she muttered, feeling the heat flushing her cheeks as she spoke. â€œIâ€™d never even been to my Uncleâ€™s house until a few days ago. He almost never leaves home anymore, so it was a big surprise for my dad when he asked me to house sit for a week. I didnâ€™t think till now, but all that strange stuff that was in his house. All those weird things,â€ she muttered, her eyes narrowing as she pulled up images of the things she had passed over. She looked over at Karr, chewing her lip for a moment before asking in a shy tone, â€œThose things are from here, arenâ€™t they? Is he really an inventor, or does he just take them? I wish I could offer some great helpful information to you about him.â€ She sighed again, wishing desperately that she had a way to contact her uncle now, to find out why he had asked her to watch his out.<br/><br/>â€œI wonder if he wanted me to find this place. If he did, I canâ€™t image what he expected me to do. I donâ€™t have any skills or much to go on. He couldâ€™ve at last left a note.â€ The last part tore from her throat a little more harshly than she intended it to sound, the bitter taste rising up in her throat. She finished the last of her chocolate, placing the cup down on the table.<br/><br/>â€œI donâ€™t remember if I actually thanked you for helping me. If I have, just know I am really grateful for that,â€ she offered in a lighter tone, running her slender fingers through her short hair, hoping to smooth it down.