Her usual grace and poise was utterly lost as she climbed unsteadily to her feet and balanced against the pristine white wall. For obvious reasons her legs didn't quite want to work properly as she gave him a beaming smile and re situated her dress. Small palms smoothed out the wrinkles and tugged her sun dress back to where it should be after its disheveling in their adventures. She wasn't sure she entirely believed him about what he was worried about, but then again there was so much going on with the day. She'd make sure he relaxed after everything was all said and done tonight so she'd politely nod, her gentle eyes filled with concern watching him in the mirror as she fixed her hair a bit more.<br/><br/>The sudden battering of the door made her squeak and jump, turning quickly in time to see Marty yell back at it only to find Scar on the other side. She had to bite her tongue to keep from giggling at the uncomfortable pose that rolled through his shoulders. Catching Scar's eye she grinned and flashed her a playful wink, noting her own disheveled appearance. "You guys go ahead, I'll be right out and get the kitchen squared away". Turning back to the mirror she'd double check what little light makeup she had on wasn't an absolute mess before padding barefoot back out into living room.<br/><br/>Everyone else seemed to have everything in order so she left Marty to organize their bedroom and have everything placed where he wanted it. She went into the kitchen and started unboxing all their dishes, pots, pans and assorted utensils and threw them in whatever drawers seemed to make sense. It would be a few weeks of everyone grumbling and learning where things went or moving them around but that could all be handled later. It was about into her third box that she found the plates and bowls that her boyfriend in his wisdom had packed and wrapped in old newspaper. Cringing at the thought of eating off them after they'd had god knows what come in contact, let alone the ink .<br/><br/>She'd set about filling the sink and stacking them aside to be washed. First though she made sure to get out a bunch of cups and a couple of pitchers that she'd had from her old apartment. Ohhh she should have made some mimosa's for everyone!, too late for that now, cold water would just have to do. But come the morning she'd run out quick if she remembered and get everything for it. Rummaging through the freezer she grinned, whoever this Realtor was they really took care of everyone. Dumping all the ice they had into the two pitchers she set everything out where everyone could easily grab a quick glass. Making sure to tell the movers they were more than welcome to some too before she went back to refilling the ice trays and starting in on the dishes.