"EEP!"<br/><br/>Tzahala's "hostess" squeals in surprise as the israeli woman's voice shatters the silence of her little apartment home, and her "groceries"- a case of energy drinks and the latest installment of that SIM-MMO she's always playing in her spare time- clatter to the ground at her feet, barely missing that pristinely-painted toe in the process.<br/><br/>"A-ah..." The hacker's voice catches in 'her' throat, and she folds her hands over her heart as if trying to keep it from bursting out her chest. Since they'd met, the 'young woman' had begun doing vocal trainings, and her voice now is almost indistinguishable from that first few weeks. "You startled me, Miss Sao..."<br/><br/>Sheepishly, Cori scoops up the mess from her floor, balancing delicately even on such low heels, and deposits her "supplies" on the kitchen counter neatly before making her way over to sit down on the offered lap. Immediately, she folds both hands in her lap- ever the obedient student- and gives Tzahala a bright, if somewhat nervous, grin.<br/><br/>"Th-thank you, Miss Sao. It's... a new style I've been looking at. I just got it the other day." Tzahala can already see the faintest hints of pink in Cori's otherwise unadorned fair cheeks, a visible marker of how much she enjoyed taking that step. "I was h-hoping you'd like it... D-did I keep you waiting too long?"