There was a flash of annoyance in Helga's eyes at the other girl leaning away, though in a figurative sense. The girl was just uneasy around her, that was all. She actually seemed uneasy around everything and everyone. This is what caused the flash of annoyance in Helga's eye to disappear as quickly as it had appeared. Her irritated expression gave way to a more pleasant smile even as she leaned up against the counter and began munching on a piece of fruit she had dug from the fridge and was using her shirt to hold. Which of course, as a result showed more of her middle, more than she was already showing but she didn't seem to care. Maybe a few years ago she might have, that was before...<br/><br/><i>Don't... Go there...</i>she thought to herself briefly, a pained expression crossing her face for only a moment before she forced the same smile as before back on to her face, stopping a moment in her chewing of the food in her mouth to speak,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Purple">Nicole, eh? I suppose that's a first, bein' nice to meet me, not like G.I. Joe earlier.</span>" Helga chuckled a bit, wiping her chin of some apple-juice that had leaked from the corner of her mouth using the sleeve of her duster. Occasionally, with the hand holding the fruit which also held her current cigarette, she would take a drag and exhale it casually, "<span style="color: Purple">Suppose it matches the seam of the trousers, that does. The way I talk, everyone says I must be from England or whatever, must be true.</span>"<br/><br/>Giving a casual shrug at that, she looked down at the (practically) naked girl tugging on Nicole's pant-leg with a face covered in milk. Snickering a bit, she motioned at the cat-girl-thing with her fruit bearing hand and spoke before she took another bite of the apple,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Purple">Looks like you've made a friend, luv.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>