She smiled softly at gear. "Its alright. Like i said, theyre not uncomfortable anymore. Thank you for trying though." She said genuinely. She hopped down off of his table then. She kept a sweet smile on her face and turned her gaze to novak. Her hair was half dry now and curling perfectly down her back. "Thank you. For now i dont plan on going outside. I'm from sector seven. Ive gotten my fill of the rain for now. So i wont need it unless i do. I left it on the sink." She was still cold and goosebumps covered her skin. But she would be alright with just a blanket. But she was worried if she got a blanket she would fall asleep.
"Are you hungry?" Novak asked in an attempt to occupy his mind. He wasn't like gear. He didn't have a hobby he could throw himself into to keep himself busy. "You should eat and get some rest." He grabbed a blanket for her and draped it over her."
Gear sighed and set the table to normal height before setting things he was working on back on it. "We have leftover pizza or noodle cups if you're interested." He said casually. (Fuck man. What are we going to do? A fugitive mask. An abomination to the City, and a mad scientist. Sounds like the start to a bad joke.) He thought.
She pulled the blanket around her shoulders gratefully and couldnt help but light up at thr mention of food. She had been starving but wasnt going to ask because she didnt want to be even more of an inconvenience. "Oh, yes please." She almost purred at the prospect of eating real food again. "The pizza will be just fine you dont even have to heat it up." She requested hopefully as she moved to the couch and sat down. The blanket was soft and didnt take long to get it warm. She put her hands under it and held it to her chest as if it were the most inviting thing in the world.
Novak moved to the fridge and grabbed the pizza. "You sure you don't want it heated up? We have a flash heater if you want." He said as close to casually as he ever got. "It's no trouble really."
Gear nodded. "Or are you like the weirdo here and actually like cold pizza?" He asked with an easy grin. (This woman is definitely intriguing at the very least.) He mused. (I wonder if she could give Novak the layout of the place? He could sneak in, steal a bunch of shit and maybe we could even make enough to get the fuck out of Dodge.)
She smiled then with a small twinkling giggle that filled the air with happiness. "I dont remember the last time i had pizza. Cold will work just fine. If you heat it up ill just end up burning myself." She reasoned. The prospect of pizza excited her more than anything had in years.
Novak nodded and walked over to hold the box out to her. "If you want there's more in the fridge." He said as he took a seat on the couch next to her.
"You're going to give her all the pizza?" Gear asked frowning. (What the hell. I need my midnight fuel.) He thought.
"Seeing as how my work paid for it. Yes. I can do whatever I want with it so it goes to the lady if she wants it." Novak said flatly. "Eat your fucking noodles if you want to eat. Or actually bring in some money and buy your own." (I know it's his apartment but fuck he's a mooch.) He thought.
She frowned then and shook her head. "Oh. I dont want to cause any problems. I can just have noodles. Food is food to me." She reasoned guiltily. The last thing she wanted was to upset them or make them fight. She just wanted to cause as little trouble as possible.
Novak shook his head. "Relax will you." He said looking over at her. "He just likes to bitch. It's nothing new. My pizza my decision." (Great now the crybaby has made her feel guilty for wanting damn pizza.) He thought irritably. "I can always order more."
