Kizzy followed Cait toward the back, nodding at the price.  It was more than she could really afford, it would mean eating rice and beans until she was able to find more or different work.  Even with the cut in the rent.  “Okay, that seems reasonable.  I work at Bodies in Motion, that dance and exercise studio a block away?  The owner is talking about adding a few more classes so I don't know what my schedule will be like.”  She shut up as she realized she was starting to ramble, going down the steps into the apartment.<br/><br/>It was nice.  Needed a scrubbing but it didn't seem at all depressing and dark like she expected.  Having never had to look at an apartment on her own, Kizzy wasn't sure what to look for.  So instead she went into each room and looked it over.  Turning switches on and off, running the faucets.  It all seemed to be in working order.  She wondered if she'd get a discount for not using the internet.  She didn't have a computer, her laptop having been stolen the year before.  But there wasn't really any point in asking, she'd need a computer eventually, if she was to try and start a side business dancing for bachelor parties and such.<br/><br/>She noticed the odd writing on the floor as well, but it wasn't that big a deal.  Returning to the living room she settled on the couch next to Cait.  “It's nice.  Would it be okay if I put some holes in the walls?  Little ones, so I could hang fabric and brighten up the place?  I don't have to.  Does that door lead to the street?  How do you feel about visitors?  I don't have any friends here yet but hopefully I will.  And what about music?  Would it bother you if I play music? I might turn the extra room into a little studio.  Would it bother you if I did private dance lessons here?”  Realizing she spewed out all of the questions in one breath, Kizzy blushed and fell silent.  Looking down at her feet she noticed her nail polish was starting to chip.  Waiting for the answers, hoping she didn't freak out the woman she focused intently at the chipped blue nail polish on her big toe.  The urge to pick at the peeling paint making her twitch in her seat.