Maybe it was just a little evil that the way that Holly's face went white and her eyes widened in what Aubree took as a mixture of surprise and fear, left her smirking. She didn't think that it was her fault that she got off on the idea of people fearing her. It just represented that she had power over people, and she would leave it at that, refusing to acknowledge that having power over a sixteen year old who was abused for the majority of her life wasn't any sort of power to be proud of. She knew that in this situation, it probably would have been preferable if Holly hadn't responded in that manner, though. She was probably the only person who was lucky enough to not fall into the group of people who Holly constantly sought - and gave - physically affection to, but if the two were on those terms (which, given how easily Holly warmed up to people, could have even just be an acquaintance level), convincing Makayla to let her stay probably would have been easier. Or, she thought, she at least would have received a warmer welcome than the one that she got when Holly fled back into the living area of the apartment and Makayla approached the door.
"I'm here to spend Christmas with my family, that's what I'm doing here," she answered, as if it was the obvious reason. Part of her wished that she had never texted Makayla about losing her housing, and that she had just shown up with a bottle of wine in a cheap Christmas gift bag, and acted like she genuinely was only coming over to spend the holiday with them, like families did. It was too late to back track now and make her intentions look genuinely innocent though, but it didn't stop her from attempting to go down that route. She took a step inside then, taking Makayla's typical refusal to be direct and say that she wasn't welcome there, as an opportunity to refuse to allow her to get to that point at all. She set her bags down a foot away as she shut the door behind her, an act that symbolically represented, to herself at least, that she was now settled enough that Makayla couldn't tell her to leave, and just to seal the deal, she leaned over and wrapped Makayla into a tight squeeze of a hug. "And on that note, it's nice to see you too, baby sis. Now I see where your little darling gets her bad manners from," she added, her eyes briefly looking across the room at the redhead, before she released Makayla from her grasp. She could see now, that Holly had returned to the couch that was occupied by another girl, who Aubree could only describe as being blonde, from where she stood. The last time that she had stayed here, she actually hadn't met either of Makayla's roommates, since she had been in and out, just as Makayla wanted, but she vaguely remembered Makayla describing the girl who was "in charge" of the apartment as being a white girl, so without much of a second thought, she assumed that Brooklyn was Cara. With that in mind, she saw this as being a perfect opportunity to side step Makayla in all respects of the phrase, and just as she released the shorter girl from her hug, she stepped towards the couch, until she was standing between it and the television, in front of Brooklyn. "You must be Kay's roommate," she said, extending a hand and using her sweetest voice, purposely tossing in her sister's nickname for the effect of it. "I'm Aubree, her sister," she introduced herself, before her eyes roved over Holly, and she added, "Her actual sister," in a way that distanced itself more than she originally had planned, from the sweet and kind persona she was temporarily adapting. "I hope you don't mind if I spend the night with her. It's just been so long since we've been able to spend a holiday together."