She was a little relieved at the mention of going to her place, but the feeling quickly subsided when he mentioned leaving. Of course, she knew by saying she'd stick with him that there was a chance she'd be leaving this place. It was just harder to hear than it was to think about. Kai didn't have much in her home that she would miss; all her clothes could fit in a bag along with a few other things and she had no animals to care for. Really, all she'd be leaving was an apartment that never really felt like home to begin with. So it shouldn't be all that hard to leave the place behind.<br/><br/>Turning with him, she followed him silently, keeping as calm as possible. Once they got back to the diner and he told her to lead the way back to her place, all she did was give a curt nod. Stepping around him, she calmly lead the way down the street to her apartment. Taking the keys from her pocket, she walked up the metal stairs that lead to a single landing, unlocked the door and stepped inside. Leaving it open for Warren, she dropped the keys by the door and headed straight for her bedroom.<br/><br/>Her apartment was small; if there had been no walls, it would have passed for a small studio at best. The little kitchen was dark, no dishes in the sink, counters spotless. The living room held little more than an old couch, a worn coffee table, and a small tv on a stand that looked like it would break with the right amount of pressure. There was nothing on the walls; no clock, no pictures, no books around. The only thing that looked even remotely sentimental was a small framed photo sitting on the coffee table. In it, a happy little family was captured in their blissful life. The parents, with their hair as white as snow, held onto their laughing toddler, her own white hair short. It was all Kai had left of her parents; all she had to remember them by.