Zia blinked stupidly for a moment before glancing off into space as if weighing her options. She did not want to go back out there. But food. Possible death and devouring. But food.

And then an entirely new element entered her brain that had nothing to do with risking danger because she couldn't stop thinking with her stomach. "You asking me out on a legit date, Lalande?" Well, they had their fake work dating so Zia could posture and keep her creepy boss off her back, but it had a different context when they weren't putting on a show, or just 'hanging around his place'.

And then thoughts of going outside crept up again and she ended up blushing in embarrassment at how stupidly fearful she'd gotten. Zia hated being afraid of s**t. At least outright, which was why she had a tendency to channel her fears into more self destructive behavior.

"But... um. I'm wearing jeans and..." Excuses were hard, damn it. And her own stomach was arguing with her on this one.

"Okay, let's go," She managed to get out. She could totally do this. And if not she could use him as a human shield so it wasn't all bad.