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The sound of a hammer thudding into a wall didn't wake Kaatje up; point of fact, on this fine and beautiful Saturday, she had already been up since about four. It was nine now, and everyone with sense in the apartment was up, which meant that everyone with sense in the apartment was either working at an actual job, taking care of an amnesiac page, or working on Florence Court. Kaatje herself was drinking coffee after paying the utilities bills for the month, which was more annoying than she'd originally thought, but-- anything for the cause, right?

She considered the possibility of taking a nap, or maybe eating a sandwich, but decided--nah. She wasn't tired, she was just bored, and maybe she'd stop being bored if she just located her little worker bee and bothered him or her. That was part of the benefits of being a landlord, right? Bothering people. At least she would never be lonely. Tallulah had her hands full and so did Finn with their respective purified Negas, so like, couldn't bother them. Who knew where Delphine had gone, but it probably wasn't her on the--she checked her to-do list--second floor, nailing in baseboards. Delphine tended to stick exclusively to patrolling as her form of rent payment. Her roommate, not so much.

Taking her mug with her, she meandered down the stairs. They looked a lot better after the new coat of stain; she reminded herself to high five Nick, even if she was still pissed at him and Tallulah for eloping. Assholes. But he was decent with a paintbrush and he had helped her install five toilets in a single afternoon, so she guessed she would live.

She found her busy little bee in 2-E, exactly where she thought he would be. And exactly who she thought he would be, too. "Hey," she said, leaning against the doorway and sizing up the workmanship. "You're doing great here, buddy, I would have a hard time finding anyone better at installing baseboards, but like, you know patrolling is part of your rent too? Like, unless you and Del want to talk over you taking on her manual labor portion." Which may be what was actually happening, but she didn't have either of them on her one-duty-only roster, like Nick, who helped with construction and doctored people Kaatje thought needed doctoring. But like, Nick froze up any time he was confronted with a Negaverser. It was a serious problem and one that Kaatje didn't have the time to work on now.

"If you're having a Feeling, I can get Nick, he knows what to do with feelings," she offered. "Or like, some coffee? Would that help?"

Kaatje snorted. "Yeah, okay, she'd probably get spiteful and nail them in all crooked, and then I'd have to kick her a**." Because there was no one on Order side that Kaat couldn't take, totally. Like, Serenity herself would look at the muscle on Kaat's arms and run away crying.

She got the signals that he wanted to be left alone, but she ignored them. Pointless, really, to leave him be when he was clearly compromised. I am an American Airman. I will look after my wingman; I will report emotional disturbance in my wingman. "Okay, we don't have to talk about it," she said, dropping to the ground next to him and offering her coffee mug to him. "Let's talk about something else and if you decide to stop being a whiny pissbaby and talk to me, we can do that too." It was too bad for him that Nick probably was busy being traumatized. Or wait. Maybe he was at work? Why the hell had she offered to get him in the first place, she didn't ******** know.

"What color do you think for the baseboards," she asked. Right now they were unpainted, unstained; off in a corner of the room, a pile of paint cans and staining paraphernalia was stacked against a wall, stark chrome against drywall and stripped wood. "Like, white's always a strong option, but why not go crazy? We could theme apartments after planets, because I'm an a*****e."

There was an undercurrent of do you want to talk interior design or do you want to talk why you're being a lazy buttface and having emotions, but she wasn't sure if she was getting that across adequately. Maybe.