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Some words echoed in her mind 'not even human'. It was hard to see Zink as not human, with him sitting on her couch eating cinnamon rolls and sipping tea. Regardless, she'd made her decision to help him and she wasn't going to regret it. To do any less would have made her less human.

Brushing off her mental wanderings, Adira tucked into her cinnamon rolls. She loved the things dearly, particularly considering how easy they were to make. The girl always kept them in the fridge. She'd have to start going to more cooking classes, or maybe get Fallon to teach her to cook better at some point. It was sad that she was living alone with no true skill set at cooking. "I'm not sure when you'll feel up to it, but when you do I can get my car to take you to where ever you'd like, Zink. Any address within the city." She looked over at him, locking her silver blue eyes onto his face.

"What did happen to you anyways?" She'd been itching to ask, trying to see what his answer would be. Adira knew the truth, for the most part. A senshi had fount him and beat him severely.

Adira had a problem with not having an intense gaze. The color of her eyes was a discomfort for some people, since they were so light. "I got you in here just fine without being seen. Besides, you can barely even walk to the kitchen." Zinkenite was being dumb. It was ridiculous to think that he could walk home, unless he would call outside of the building or something. She wondered vaguely if she could be sneaky enough to see him power down. Adira was interested to see what he looked like as a civilian.

His explanation of the fight however, was not what she was expecting at all. She ripped her eyes from his and down at her tea, her body tensed, and her lips were set in a firm line. It might've been weird, but what she did next explained it. A laugh slipped out from her lips. It was so unlike her to slip, but she couldn't help it. What a corny description of senshi! Boots, firsts... and other resources. It sounded like the stat card of a roleplaying game. Right after the sound escaped, Adira clapped a hand over her mouth, but it was apparent that she was laughing silently.

Ah, and now he had said the magic words. Knowing his severe aversion to sexual jokes, Adira was going to inflict a bit of torture of her own. It took a lot to stop laughing, but she did so. "High heels?" An eyebrow was raised. "Am I to believe that you were beat by a prostitute, Mr. Zinkenite?" She was still laughing, though holding it in mostly. It was more of a snicker now than anything. Adira took another bite of her cinnamon roll to calm down. She was almost done with the two of them, she'd been hungrier than she'd thought.

Aha! So her little method of torture had indeed worked the way it was supposed to. Instead of just letting out a stifled laugh like she had been, Adira let out a full blown laugh. The look on his face was absolutely precious. She considered it a bit of payback for his role playing comment last time; revenge was sweet.

She took another sip of tea, before looking down at her plate and realizing she was out of cinnamon bun. Standing from the couch, Adira moved with her plate to the kitchen. She turned at his comment, giving him another wink. "You'd be surprised what a person could do in high heels, once you've worn them long enough." Adira would know, she wore heels constantly. Mostly due to her short height, the two or three inch heels really helped her not feel like a shortie. She supposed it was probably something that Zink could relate to.

Adira responded with only a smile. It was indeed rather easy to get this particular lieutenant to react predictably. It was rather chill in the apartment. Even though she'd only turned on the air the other day, she'd never used it before and it was a bit over powerful. Padding over to the thermostat, she turned it down a few degrees before heading to the stairs.

"I'll be right back down." Adira was intent on finding a sweater to wear, since the apartment was getting uncomfortably cold for her. It didn't take her long to get up the stairs, and only about a minute or two of rustling around to produce her black zip up. She loved the thing dearly, it was always her favorite to wear. The girl started down the stairs again, mind occupied on possibly going to visit the hospital again later. There were some things she had to attend to.