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As a Sun, and as someone that usually preferred to be around others rather then by herself, it was a toss up as to whether the vertically challenged teen was in her dorm or not. Noah was lucky, or perhaps unlucky, a few seconds after the knocking the door opened and Peyton glanced out into the hall curiously before the realization of who it was made her frown. "Noah?" It was a questioning tone, bordering on impatience, but not hostile. The last time she'd seen the taller trainee he'd been crouched in a closet within the girl's showers, spying. She'd been furious then, but most of that anger had dissipated with recent events.

Hard to maintain righteous indignation for having been peeped on in the after math of a battle to the death that forced you to chose kill or be killed, and a follow up lecture on how incredibly useless and expendable you were with colorful, screaming examples.

"What's up?" It might also be worth noting that hip length curls, once merely gradient with bright pink at the bottoms, were now entirely rosy. From roots to tips.

A pale brow rose, eyes flicking off to the side, perhaps taking in a colorful wave in her peripheral before sliding back to Noah. "Yes it is." She might have made some semi scathing comment about astute observations of the obvious, but his hasty apology stopped her, managing to both soften and darken delicate features. A sudden flicker of old anger at the reminder of what he'd done, there and gone in a matter of seconds. Then she sighed, opening her door a little wider as an invitation, and stepped back and away to take a seat on the edge of her bed. "You might as well come in."

"I appreciate you coming over here and apologizing." Her voice had softened, now she just sounded tired. "That takes guts."

A considering gaze was maintained throughout the extended apology, and when he was finished there was a moment of quiet contemplation, then the Sun was leaning forward to grab the back of the chair the sat at her desk. She pulled it out and turned it a little, then sat back. "You can sit, I'm not going to bite." If he'd been proud of what he'd done. If he didn't seem to care that he'd partaken in a huge invasion of privacy, they'd be having a different conversation, but Noah looked genuinely sorry. Just a poor guy that had let someone else talk him into a dumb idea.

"You know Al's not really the best source of good ideas, right?" A little shifting, and Peyton was sitting with her back against the wall, legs folded Indian style. "He's a creep, he was a creep before the shower incident." Not to mention hero worshiping someone that had taken a spar so far someone had ended up dead.

"You're a nice guy, Noah. It was a shock finding you in that closet, but you're here now trying to set things right." A small smile. "Maybe there's potential in you yet."

She thought about the last few days, the things she'd seen and done, and she found she was grateful the newbie hadn't been present for that. It would have been a harsh introduction, baptism by fire. Worse even then her own first brush with what it meant to be a Hunter.

Peyton was tempted to comment on Noah's poor choice in friends, but she didn't. Maybe there was more to Al then she knew, maybe not. Was it really any of her business to dictate who should be friends with who? So she kept her opinion to herself, shoulder raising in a small shrug of acknowledgement. "Maybe, but it wouldn't be the first time someone's told him he was being a creep." She didn't have high hopes.

She blinked at his observation, startled, then offered a weary smile. "Yeah, I guess I am. It's been a long week."

It was hard not to admire Noah's loyalty to his friend. Even if that friend was a skeevy creep. Lavender eyes rolled upward, and she shook her head, the barest of movements before lifting both hands to slide fingers through her hair, forcing it back from her face as she leaned back against the wall.

Another considering look was passed his way as she thought about his question. Was she okay? Nothing all that serious had happened to her, but she still felt worn thin, tired, stressed out. "Yeah, I'm alright. Just feeling the weight of everything that's going on." Shiloh's death, the promise of portals reopening and then being forced to fight for her life in an intricate battle royale, and then being punished for doing what she had to to survive. The guilt had been enough, she hadn't needed to seen Finn being tortured for an inability to keep his mouth shut.

Dropping her hands, she smoothed her palms over her thighs. "So how are you settling in?" Subject changes were good.

He probably could have pressed her, and she probably would let him. Intellectually she understood that talking about the things that bothered you was imperative, but the girl was a stubborn creature, and she would go on pretending that nothing was wrong for as long as she could get away with it. She didn't like feeling vulnerable, or weak, and she tried desperately to fight against those feelings where ever she could.

But she watched the trainee open his mouth as if he wanted to say more, then shut it, eyes intent on her. And she saw him jump at the change of conversation, and felt relief. That was good, just let her keep pretending.

"That's good. I've never seen the minipets." She'd been there how long now and had yet to really explore all of the complex? "Is there a lot of them?"

She considered it quietly a moment, then got up and walked over to loop her arm around Noah's to pull him up to his feet. "I could use a room full of cute and not awful things right about now. Can you take me?" She was smiling again,looking at him in a hopeful sort of way. A little light fun sounded just about perfect after the awful week she'd been having.