Her first inspection of the apartment had proved to be.. interesting. Kaia had come to the conclusion that the General was incapable of taking care of herself, let alone a psychologically impaired (however temporary) teenage boy. Unsurprisingly, the also psychologically impaired teenage girl decided that if she was the only one that knew how to cook without burning down the whole kitchen, then the task of caretaker, cook, maid, and any other number of home-making occupations were all on her shoulders.

The first step in this overhaul of their lifestyle was to stock the kitchen with food that wasn't a) a condiment or b) outdated and questionable in origin. That was exactly what Kaia was doing with an armful of bags that she could barely see over as she tried made her careful way up the path to the apartment complex she could officially call 'home'. The idea was still a little strange to her but at least she was more comfortable in the place than she was in the dark, cold halls of the Negaverse.

She approached the door without much thought, only realizing as she got to it that it was going to be next to impossible to maneuver the keys out of her pocket and not drop every breakable item in her bags at the same time. For once she wished that whatever drove her to try and preserve the planet she barely thought of as her own was not so persistent. Really, couldn't she just use a plastic bag once instead of the recycled paper ones? Considering the thought made her scrunch her nose up in disgust, she just dropped her internal argument and set about finding a way to avoid having to put the entire load down - she wasn't even sure she could without toppling something over anyway.

She leaned the bags precariously against the door, wedged between her body and the worn, painted surface. Then, slowly and carefully as a man on a tightrope, fished the keys out of her pocket and set to opening the lock. With a soft click, it turned, but in the next few moments she realized that she hadn't actually accounted for the poor design of apartment doors. Between the weight of the bags and herself behind them, the door swung open with her keys still dangling in the lock, and half of her bags tumbled forward with them before she could react and catch them. The clunk of cans rang out in the apartment, followed by the gentle bouncing of a few oranges as they fell out of the bag and began to roll across the floor.

Kaia stared at it all for a few moments with complete irritation etched over every inch of her face but, with her hands still full of what bags she had managed to save, she couldn't exactly assess the damage right away. It was time for reinforcements.

"Khaldun, will you come help me please?" She called out, still waiting patiently in the doorway with her disaster spread out before her. The floor would be fine - it had seen worse in its days already.