Amelia stopped, half turned towards the computer as she raised her brows and tipped her chin down, glancing at Randi over the rims of her glasses. The woman was being far too presumptuous, especially since she hadn't said anything about home. Was she a social worker, maybe? Someone sent to make sure Amelia was doing what was needed to get back on her feet? Her dark eyes narrowed as other possibilities came to mind, lips pressing into a tight line before she shook her head.

“Their housing isn't something that applies to me.” Her words were stiff as she turned and logged off of her email, nodding at the other woman's elaboration on where they were going to lunch – if she went at this point.

“Sure, why not?”