The days after Gina had started staying in 1003 were strained, yet at least functional. Though Gina had yet to make up her mind on all this - really, not thinking about it was the only way she could come up with to remain passably sane - one thing was for certain: this was far better than staying with Lucas. Edward-Xavier frightened her at times, and she found herself constantly tripping over her lingering affections and identity confusion, but at least he wasn't a monster. He let her stay with him even when he probably should have just banished her to a cardboard box outside.
On this particular day, she lurched through the front door with her duffel bag hanging off her shoulder and an exhausted expression etched in her face. It had been a long day at work. She left the apartment at six o'clock in the morning, and it was easily more than twelve hours later. Her hair was still soaking wet from the quick shower she had taken at the hospital, as there was no way she was driving back to Bellum while covered in child vomit.
Dragging her duffel to the guest bedroom, she threw it onto the bed and stared at it for a moment. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do. There was a persisting numbness in her head that she just couldn't shake, and it was starting to annoy her. Well. As much as it could, with all that blankness.
She shuffled into the kitchen, intent on making up for her missed lunch hour. As she reached for one of the cabinets, a note caught her eye. She picked it up and read it, brow creasing as she finished. And what exactly was he looking for? The Holy Grail? The meaning of life? Laundry detergent? He had always been vague, but now, it was getting a little ridiculous. Massaging her temples with one hand, she walked with the note into the rest of the apartment.
"Ed-" She paused. Gina still didn't know what to call him. "Nnnnngh," she finished, raising her voice so that the sound could be heard in the apartment. He wasn't in his bedroom, or his study, or the living room. Leaning against the bathroom door, she rapped on it. "Would you mind being more specific, please?" she called, jiggling the door handle. Without waiting for a response, she opened the door and slid a hand inside, waving the note around for him to see. She was still safely on the other side of the door, not violating his privacy, though her hand invading the bathroom was probably not exactly respectful of boundaries.