Brenda was glad she'd been caught, but she hoped it wouldn't have to happen again. She didn't really like to be touched, she didn't really trust people too well, but she hides that, and being caught sure did beat falling. So for the time being, she internalized her discomfort, and kept quiet about it. She removed herself from his arm and stood to the side of the cramped cockpit. "Eh, everyone rambles every now and then." Brenda said with a slight shrug. As the mech zoomed forward, Brenda lurched forward, but she caught herself and got her balance back. Brenda hadn't even seen Reaper kick down the door, but she heard the door crash down, she hadn't really been paying attention. She just thought he'd blown it up or something.
"In the world we live in, anyone with a weak stomach should have gotten over it by now." Brenda said in response as the pipes and tubes disconnected themselves. Brenda was planning on running down the stairs as she usually did with stairs, but before she could Marcus had made it out of the mech, to the ground and then back up. She stared for a moment at the hand out stretched towards her, contemplating what she should do. It was sort of an insult to her, she was a little too proud to act like a helpless, dainty little thing. Not only that, but it was the whole touching thing again, a lack of trust and all that kibosh.
"Um, sorry, I'm -uh- a bit to proud for that sort of chivalry. I can get myself down stairs safely enough." Brenda said with an awkward smile as she side stepped towards the edge of the stairs. She dropped off the side, grabbing on the edge to shorten the distance between her and the ground. Then she dropped down to the ground, her knees bending to help absorb the shock.
"Come on, I'll fix you something to eat?" He had said only moments before she jumped down. "No, that's okay, I'm all set." Brenda said patting her bag, then she started walking away, and said, "I'm going to go check the place out. See ya around."
Yes, her departure was abrupt, but she wasn't really good with people and needed some time to herself anyway. Brenda walked through the wooden door that Reaper had and got there just in time to hear,
"...flat-screen tv and a ton of dvds. Two sofas too. Break my stuff, and I break you. Second and third; the kitchen is to your left, lots of dried food, a sink and a small organic garden on the counter. Only one, I repeat, one fruit or veggie per person. To the right is the bathrooms. There's three, each with a toilet, shower and bathtub. In the back, past the liviing room is the...well, I guess you could call them dorms...nobody has used them for a while so don't mind the dust. There's only a bed and an airmoire in those, so don't expect Gand Lux type accomadations. the last room in the dorms is mine. Do. Not. Touch. G'nite, you're all welcome." Brenda watched as Reaper walked down the hall and slammed his door behind him.
Well that certainly was interesting and convenient. She thought, looking to the t.v. She could probably turn that in to something more useful than entertainment. Just thinking about it made her hands itch to work. Then Brenda walked down the hall to pick out a room and claim it for herself. She realized that she hadn't done any sort of normal work all day, it felt strange. Even when she was traveling from camp to camp she did some sort of work, working just felt right. Nothing she could do about it now though.
Picking a room, she set her bag and gun on the dusty bed and closed the door behind her. Reaper must have been keeping this for years, but why? She would have thought a notorious madman would want to stay alone, not prepare for guests. Who really cared though? She had a bed, that was good enough for her. With a sigh, Brenda sat down next to her things, a puff of dust clung to the air as she did. She undid the vest and pulled it off, lying it out next to her too. It felt good to be free of the rigid thing for a little while.
Feeling her back, she outlined where her bruises were, and they certainly did smart too. She was sure that they were a nasty purple, and an even nastier reddish purple where it hit her scars. Brenda began to relax more and she pulled the boot knife out of her boot and started to unpack her bag. She threw most of her things in the armiore, stashing her pistol under her pillow and keeping one of the silver wrapped rations with her. The boot knife, she moved to the floor with her vest, while she pulled off her boots and laid back onto the bed. She opened the package and started nibbling its contents. However much she'd like to work, she knew she needed to relax, and as she did, she could already feel her back unkink. For one moment she would relax, and unwind, allow herself the imaginary luxury that nothing was wrong in the world, nothing was seeking to kill her, everything was at piece. For one moment at least, she would allow herself that, but soon the fantasy would be over and she'd start to look for something useful to do.