Niks didn't exactly glare at Evan, nor did she exactly glare at Mikey. She just silently motioned to the kitchen.
"I'll fix dinner. Tuna fine for you, Mikey?" Her voice wasn't sweet. It didn't come through clenched teeth. It was bordering on professional. "Also, people don't like being called 'stupid,' no matter how they smell." That was all she said as she closed the door, taking a moment to stare at it and breathe. Perhaps this had been a bad idea. She sincerely hoped not.
Walking into the kitchen, she started pulling down plates. She had picked up two small grilled chicken salads for the "humans." While she went about preparing, or more dishing up the food, she didn't say more than that. She had a small idea of how good Mikey could hear because he had asked about some noises made while she was getting ready in the morning. Noises she did not wish to elaborate on. She didn't need Mikey hearing what she actually thought was lying on her couch, no matter how little experience she had with pets.
"It's hard to have pets when you're an orphan in service to the Tower." Her comment held no anger nor pity; it was a simple fact, even if now and then what she hadn't been able to experience did bother her. She didn't move as if she were angry either.