"Well I guess that that works out for the both of us then doesn't it? And I take it your cooking isn't something I should be volunteering to be taste testing any time soon?"

He laughed and shook his head at her questions. "Not unless you're looking forward to pasta a la burned," he commented, throwing his arms across the back of the couch and cracking his neck.

He assured her then, that moving in as soon as possible was more than alright. He'd only been living alone for a week now, but already he missed the sound of another living person in the same residence.

"Don't worry, I'm usually awake around then anyway. Not that I am noisy or anything late at night."

"Most mornings I've gotta be out to the training grounds by seven," he said, giving a sigh. "I despise mornings; but somehow I'm never in bed before one in the morning."

"I know a couple of people in the building already, and I am sure I'll make friends easily enough. I'm a friendly kind of gal."

"Do you?" he asked, his brows lifting in curiousity. "Who?"