What she would give for a hot shower. Geek boy had absolutely no idea how nice that thought was. Hot water and heat, she was going to be living in something close to a Hilton once he got this done. A little part of her was almost willing to leave and let him be done with it. Sooner he finished the sooner she could bask under the warm spray. Once the water heater did its job of course.
George’s expression twisted into something between a pout and indignation. She didn’t have a type. She was just her and bothering someone because she was bored was hardly a reason to say he knew what she’d do. Of course he could just be saying that to make her prove him wrong. She couldn’t be sure. That stuff fell in the realm of psychology which she’d always thought to be a pointless class while she was in high school. Of course at the end of the world she was kicking herself for never signing up. Think of all the things she could glean from others with that information. “So should I bow down and praise your technological prowess now or later?” She asked her voice taking on a tone somewhere between teasing and mocking.