It was almost pitiful how flustered Sinead became by the simple act of effortless inviting her inside, as if Tanis herself had had no second thoughts about it. It was hard to justify why taking the last few steps fully into Tanis' apartment was so dizzyingly different than having followed her up three flights of stairs.<br/>Knowing Tanis could hardly afford rent on her own, even in a building like this, Sinead entered with great caution, in case there were people sleeping inside. In reality, Sinead wanted to cuss Tanis out, arguing that she had misunderstood that, too.<br/>It<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>, however, past 3 am and Sinead's command of reality was starting to slip. Either adrenaline remained fiercely in her system, or Sinead's heart rate had spiked at the sudden close proximity to Tanis.<br/>"Where's the kitchen?" she muttered, needing to find purpose beyond holding a pot. "I'll drop this off and I'll get out of your hair."<br/>Her addition was at least half a lie, knowing she didn't want to do such thing; however, she knew better that to pretend she had any reason to linger at Tanis', even less so at this time of day. "You should get some sleep."