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It probably would've been hard to simple scan her bookshelves, considering they covered nearly all of one of her tall walls. It was apparent that she liked to read. Adira rattled around the kitchen, finally deciding after several seconds of thought to pull out a clear teapot from a cupboard. She set it on the stove to boil while she laid out an assortment of things on the coffee table.

By now, setting up tea time was autopilot for her, seeing as it was something she would do ever time her mother came over to visit. She was having a hard time coming up with small chat, though. What would they talk about? She sighed softly, and took off the teapot when it began to steam. Adira had chosen a flowering tea, one of her favorites. The little bulb of tea bloomed almost instantly as it hit the water, steeping. "I... how have you been?" The girl slipped off her shoes and sat on one side of the couch, eyes watching the captain's movements.

This could be a very awkward and dangerous conversation. Adira was beginning to regret inviting him here, apparent by the gnawing sensation in the pit of her stomach.

Adira sighed, peeling her eyes away from the boy hanging around her door. No, she was being much to apparent. "I am sorry... for my rudeness." She stood. "Please come in, don't worry about your boots, the carpets are darker now anyways." She still couldn't give away quite why she was nervous, however. Too much of a giveaway. It was a tightrope that she walked, and thank the moon that she was damn good at it by this point.

"I suppose I am still frazzled from the nights events. The tea is almost ready, though." The tea had almost fully bloomed, still visible in the colored water. Playing good hostess, she set out two Japanese style teacups and poured the tea out with practiced motions.

She tried to keep it in, she really did. It started as a smirk and moved into a giggle before she hid her mouth behind a hand. "Iie." Another small giggle. "Sumimasen!" It was apparent that Adira had spoken Japanese before. "It...was a very nice effort, at the least." She gave him a smile. "Though, you maybe want to pronounce it 'doumo arigatou' the next time." Adira herself only spoke broken fragments, used to having a translator. All she really knew was the form introductions and snippets of things here and there.

Nevertheless Adira grabbed her own teacup and sipped gratefully. It was very, very relaxing for her. Nothing like a good cup of tea to calm your ills.

"I simply told you to not mention it, and said sorry for laughing." Adira smiled and took another sip of tea. "Yes, thats more like it." She repeated it once more for his benefit. "You... didn't really say anything the first time, that I could recognize? Just syllables that sounded vaguely like you were attempting to say thank you." She smiled, clearly teasing.

Intense blue eyes studied the face behind the mask. There were subtle differences, and Adira was glad she could get acquainted with them before she would have to deal with sensing his aura. He seemed... wizened for lack of a better word. Like he'd somehow managed to have seen more of the world in the time between their last meeting.

The ToS of being in a war was never quite what they laid it out be be. Often, you skipped to the end to hit accept for the bonuses, or occasionally you weren't asked to review it at all. Life was a hard, cruel, domain mistress who really just wanted to screw with your profile. Life happened. Adira was sure her own eyes reflected the same knowledge after having seen what she had.

"I have read ever book in my collection at least once." She paused. "Well, I supposed that is not entirely truthful of me." She stood, pausing to look at the bookshelf with critical eyes, as if she'd had each of the books memorized by position. Which she actually might have. No one was allowed to touch her books without her say so, after all.

Standing on tippy toe, she legged up onto the first row of shelves and pulled down a book. With a look of disgust she laid it on the coffee table. "That... is the only book in my collection that I have not and will not read. Unfortunately it was a gift so on my shelves it remains." The title read 'Twilight' in bold white letters, with an iconic picture of an apple on the front.

And she was never going to read it ever.

"Otherwise, at least once, have all of these books been read." Adira was serious about her reading. After all, there was little else to do on a plane.

Adira sat back onto the couch with a sigh, listening to his tirade about Twilight with an amused look. "A lot of it came from very long, numerous plane trips." When you were on a very quiet 18 hour flight to wherever she happened to be headed that day, there was little else to do but read.

"Unfortunately, since school started up again I've not had much time to read." She smiled, bemused at his asking about her self defense class. "I was actually just getting out of one tonight. Ever since I was accosted several months ago, I figured it would be best to know how to fight." She didn't mention that she got the snot beat out of her because she was a pansy against a blackened superpower, but he didn't need to know those details. "I'm currently finding time for two martial arts classes and a general self defense course."

"Thank you." She dipped her head graciously, finishing off the last of her cup of tea. "That it is... if I don't make it home, how can I read regardless." It was a true enough statement, but a bleak one. Adira followed his eyes to the clock, also shocked at how late it was.

"I hate to be rude, but I have a test tomorrow afternoon and still need to review for it." She stood and offered the boy a polite smile. "Thank you for having tea with me. And thank you for your help earlier." Even if it hadn't been much actual help, it was the thought that had counted most.

Her eyes flashed a bit guiltily before becoming blank again. "Be careful Zinkenite." It conflicted her to say it. Just how many people had she killed by proxy in letting him live all those nights before? The thought pained her, but she couldn't justify leaving someone to die, corrupted or not. Lives were lives.