[ Impassively, Mikasa watches, continuing to hold the young man in her periphery. Her first guess had been right, then. He was like her, seeking reprieve from the bitter chill. Setting the last few newspaper aside for later, she rises to a standing position. His words are waited out with a too-still sort of patience, just on the eerie side of polite. ]
It’s fine.
[ She hadn’t been startled, of course, but there’s no reason to waste her breath pointing that out. Besides, she can hardly fault him for doing the exact same thing she had done. ]
The tap’s working, if you want water.
[ The small kitchenette is mostly empty. Whatever food is in the fridge is long spoiled, a few non-perishables tucked up in the high cupboards, but the tap water runs free and clean. It’s an old cabin, maybe—the downstairs floor is one large room, with a few locked closets, cozy and carpeted but not stocked for year-round living. A wide, oaken staircase spirals to an unexplored second floor. Eventually, it will need to be combed as well, but - not yet. Not before the warmth of the fire has yet to fill the whole house. ]
no subject
It’s fine.
[ She hadn’t been startled, of course, but there’s no reason to waste her breath pointing that out. Besides, she can hardly fault him for doing the exact same thing she had done. ]
The tap’s working, if you want water.
[ The small kitchenette is mostly empty. Whatever food is in the fridge is long spoiled, a few non-perishables tucked up in the high cupboards, but the tap water runs free and clean. It’s an old cabin, maybe—the downstairs floor is one large room, with a few locked closets, cozy and carpeted but not stocked for year-round living. A wide, oaken staircase spirals to an unexplored second floor. Eventually, it will need to be combed as well, but - not yet. Not before the warmth of the fire has yet to fill the whole house. ]