Looking to Marty curiously as he slid the envelope across to her, she took it slowly with a raised eyebrow at what it could possibly be about. Distracted by the seriousness of the moment she felt the sudden bite of the paper as she ripped underneath the glued flap and winced, her finger fleeing to the comfort of her lips as she suckled at the paper cut for a moment<em>"What's this about babe?"</em>she asked quietly as she pulled out the check. Soft green eyes widened severely at the amount written that only she could see, flashing quickly back to him and the check several times before she slipped it back in the torn envelope and slid it across the table back to him.<em>"Can we talk about this before bed?"</em>there was a bit of concern in her voice. Her hand would rest gently atop his across the table, squeezing faintly to hopefully ease the sting of her words. The offer was touching and her heart ached at the trust behind it but she just couldn't so easily accept something like that so easily. Not with a clear conscience and without talking it over beforehand.<br/><br/>From the corner of her eye she spotted Scar, ever the photographer doing what she did best, but she pretended not to notice in case Martin would get upset. She didn't have the willpower of Scar to hold off and gladly nibbled at the food he'd gotten them all, her stomach finally quieting its protests for the rest of the world as she sipped lightly at a bottle of water. The wine was most definitely in need at the end of the day but there was no way she'd get unpacked if they started relaxing that early. Even if the mover's were going to do all the heavy lifting she knew there was clothes to put away, decorations to sort out and most importantly she needed to re stack both of her 8ft bookshelves. That daunting task alone had taken her weeks at her last apartment. Thankfully this time she'd actually put them away in alphabetical order and labeled the boxes.<br/><br/>As she nibbled and chatted quietly with Marty she couldn't help but notice that Scar seemed a little out of sorts, she'd rise. Fingertips lightly brushing Martins shoulder as she wandered over the the couch. Smiling gently down at her best friend that was sucked into her phone and drowning out the world. She'd lean down and tap her lightly on the shoulder.<em>"Sit up for a sec?"</em>she'd ask, hoping to scoot onto the couch with her and have Scar's head on her lap to run her fingers through her hair, concerned and curious about how her day went and if everything was alright.