Danica liked the comfort of skin to skin contact, but it was only with those she trusted. And the fact that she trusted the human was something huge. If only he wasn't so uptight all the time. Smiling at his exclimation to her comment, the princess walked through the doors, still holding onto his hand. "I won't." Danica was by no means a killer, she would never hurt an innocent.
Finding the kitchen to be metal, she didn't know if she liked it much. It was rather cold looking, and most the cooks looked like they didn't even like cooking. And there were patrol men around. Patrol men shouldn't be in a kitchen in her opinion, then again; she didn't think a kitchen should be a metal box!
Heading left as told, she kept her hold on Adam's hand, waiting for him to relax. He ought to be used to it by now! "When is Christmas?"