<span style="font-weight: bold">"I don't really trust people."</span><br/><br/>"Clever girl," he snorted. He watched her as she cleansed the wound on her shoulder. She clearly knew her way around things. Grayther wondered why she was doing this and how she had gotten into hacking. She looked no older than eighteen. What was she doing, living here on the edge of the law all by herself?<br/><br/>He cleared his throat and looked toward the kitchen. Throwing all politeness aside, he crossed the floor and started searching through the cupboards.<span style="font-style: italic">Plate, plate, cup... aha!</span>He triumphantly pulled out a packet of pasta, his stomach immediately growling in anticipation. He kept digging until he found a small pot and filled it with water from the sink. Thankfully, the electric stove was working. Waiting for the water to boil, he turned back to watching her, leaning against the counter.<br/><br/>"Sorry about stealing your food. I'll make you some, too," he said as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows and crossed his arms. "Can you think of anyone who could know about you?"