"Nah, she's into cats and these weird..." In spite of being in the middle of a sentence, Ren paused long enough to turn her music off. At least now, she didn't have to yell at him. "...collectible teapots. They're kind of cool, but I don't know. I think that you're safe," she called out. After that was said, the roar of the hair dryer filled the room. Considering the fact that Ren was uncertain of what to do with her hair, she decided that nothing was her best bet. Standing up straight, she flipped those curls behind of her shoulder and just let them fall freely. Huffing softly, she raked a few strands away from her face and then studied her reflection. Honestly, she looked like the same person that worked at the diner just in different threads, and that was okay enough for her.
What was meant to be five minutes turned out to only be three, and Ren made her way into the living room just in time to hear him say something about going to the garage. "Oh yeah?" Hearing that made her feel a little at ease about running so late, but then again, anyone that worked could probably empathize with her. A light smile graced her lips as she walked past him and into the kitchen. It was a habit to make sure that everything was off, but more importantly, she snagged a canister of fish flakes from the fridge.
"Thanks," she murmured, walking past him once more. Actually, if anyone were to look at the complex, the first word to come to mind would probably have been: sketchy. As it was mentioned, her place was far from being the Ritz and if it wasn't for the two windows in the living room bringing in the natural light, the place probably would have looked like a set from a horror movie. In time, Ren added her own touch and pops of color. For example, the largest wall in the living room was covered with a cityscape mural done by herself. The rest of the stark white walls were covered lightly in various paintings, photos, and a few mirrors. Whatever space was left had been dedicated to shelving.
Speaking of which, sitting one of the shelves had been the infamous, guardfish Gunther. Unfair to him that she forgot to feed him that day, but luckily she was in the process of adverting that small crisis. She hesitated a moment to see if he'd go after the flakes, and once he did, she set the food down and turned to face Nate. "I think..." Her right palm was cradled against her chin, as she tapped her index finger against her cheek. "That I'm ready to go. Finally, right?" Hands were dropped to her sides and then she leaned over the arm of the couch to grab her jacket. After a thousand years, plus a day, the girl was finally ready to go.