"Black's good. I don't like milk or sugar." Well, she was beginning to feel not as bad. Especially, since this guy seemed pretty much normal and actually quite nice. It was nice of him to let her stay in his room, and make tea, and not leave her in the hallway, or in a fountain inside of a mall. She wanted to tell him she appreciated it all, but she wasn't sure how to phrase it yet. Instead, she just started paying more attention to actually looking him in the eye.
"So I guess... we're supposed to know each other." Said she, gathering the mane that could on better days be referred to as her 'hair', because yes by far, it surpassed any pleasant description such as 'locks' or 'strands'. Indeed, it was wavy and mane-ey. She put it over one of her shoulders and glanced up at him. "Like destiny. Since we're both here."