Yang saw her deflate like a balloon. "Bad, eh?" She frowned. "I'm sorry. I know it's not much of a trade off, but you're more then welcome to crash here for as long as you want." Yang knew it was a terrible consolation prize but... hey, at least she wasn't kicking Sveta out, right? "Besides... I have alcohol..."<br/><br/>"Ya-ang! Why can she get da booze but I can't!"<br/><br/>"Because she's<em>almost</em>twenty one. When you're<em>almost</em>twenty one, I will let you start drinking. But not a moment sooner." She drug the bottle over by the couch and took a seat next to her. "Hey, look at it this way, Sveta. He's dedicated to his job, and he keeps busy to keep a roof over your head. Your brother's a good guy. Better then most would do for their siblings." Yang really didn't know much about the whole 'keeping a roof over your head' thing, as she pretty much owned her house. She did know - however - a thing or two about being a good sibling and keeping the younger out of trouble. "B'sides. It makes the times you<em>do</em>get to spend with him more special."