Bag on her shoulder, she entered the living room. Her entire closet and then some was shoved into that back pack; clothes, money (just in case), and a few other items she figured she would need. Seeing what Warren held out to her, she took a step forward, taking the framed picture. Smiling at the people captured beneath the glass, Kai nodded at his question. Carefully, she found a spot for the picture in her backpack. Zipping it up once more, she took another look around her apartment. For the last four years she'd called this place home. It didn't look like much, and it may not have felt like home, but it was still a place for her to go back to every night, a roof over her head, a safe place. Now she was leaving it all behind to follow a stranger into some unknown adventure. The funny thing about that was that it didn't bother her one bit.<br/><br/>"I'll get over this place pretty quick," she said, a bitter smile touching her lips. "Let's get going.' Heading to the door, she picked up her keys and stepped out onto the landing, waiting for Warren.