Izzy looked relieved for a moment, then rolled her eyes skyward as she entered the apartment.  "Just wondering how guilty I should be feeling," she said softly, flicking on lights in the sparse living room-- there was a dated-looking couch of 1970s wicked red, broad with built-in end-tables and a slate-topped coffee table.  Two lamps-- amber glass, with tall paper shades, lit up from the switch... must have been connected to the outlets.  The television was just a flat-panel hanging on the wall, and it was the only thing on the wall apart from a Japanese-themed painting of the ocean with some indecipherable medieval calligraphy in that foreign script.<br/><br/>"As you saw, the front door and the apartment door are keyed alike--"  she tested the single turnkey deadbolt, then showed her the high-security sliding bolts at the top and bottom.  "It's a fire door... this place used to be half a warehouse.  Wood laminate makes it look casual but," she rapped it lightly with her ivory knuckles, "but the whole frame is solid.  Metal studs in the wall too... should be secure.  Sprinklers--" she gestured absently, "and they work-- as of this year's inspection.  Linens on the bed... I haven't slept here in weeks.  Ramen, bottled water, some canned stuff in the kitchen..." she tossed her leather jacket onto the couch, left it laying.  "A couple towels, soap... probably a couple new toothbrushes..."  She grinned faintly.  "I hope so, anyway."<br/><br/>She opened the nearest door, and inside was a closet-- nothing but a rechargeable vacuum cleaner.  "Viola," she said, elegantly sweeping her hand.  "And in here--" she opened the only other door, aside from the opening to a tiny kitchenette with a classic old fridge and a rangetop, to reveal what must have been the bedroom.  "Well..." she shrugged.   "It ain't the Ritz-Carlton."  A few steps later, her boots sounding distant and echoing on the scuffed parquet floors, she had closed the distance to Ashleigh, and looked at her carefully for a moment through her long, dark lashes.  "We'll work our way to that."  Her mouth, full lips and glistening as she licked them once, as if in apprehension.  "Why..." She smiled once more, then gently bent forward to take Ashleigh's hand in her own.  Bending her face ever so slightly, she covered the young woman's mouth with her own, breathing a soft sigh along Ashleigh's beestung lips before pressing them gently, pouting them away in a tender kiss.  "That's why."