For her part in all of it, Phasma had never really had a partner or someone she felt about in that way. She had her brother but that was, naturally, an entirely different kind of affection. And even he had only been in her life for such a short time compared to everything else. She lost a part of herself when she lost him and finding him again had restored that and made her all the more confident that she could find happiness here. It was something she hadn't ever truly known before. But then again, she had never truly known men like Noah before either. He was utterly unique in her experience. And maybe that was all it really took.
She smiled into the kiss, sliding one arm around his waist and pressed against him - softly, just the barest hint of her body against his - then broke away to close the door behind her. She would have liked a key, she would have liked the ability to not wake up in her own bed in the morning. But she had a feeling that both she and Noah liked their space too much for the hotel to put them together. And that was fine. She thought it worked well for them, anyhow, and if he was aware of how early in the morning she got up or all her little idiosyncrasies he might now want to live with her. Phasma was particular. She also wasn't about to change anytime soon.
"Quite good," she answered, settling on his bed near the headboard and moving a pillow so it rest behind her back again. "I think we should have more than enough for one, and the hotel should be enjoying eating the rest for... days, at the very least. Maybe even weeks." And that was something she enjoyed too. Food stability was something she was still getting used to and didn't at all take for granted. And there were people there to help, as well, so Phasma wasn't doing it all on her own. It would have taken ages for her to properly ready the skins. "It's not a project I expected to encounter, but I'm enjoying it." And it couldn't have come at a better time.