Zoe felt her stomach churn when she heard the young girl exclaim, "Then warm me up, baby!" before mauling him. The girl was beautiful.. definitely a better sight than the oil, dirt, and blood stained Zoe. She took her ipod into the bathroom just because she didn't want to hear how much they were enjoying each other's company. Was she some serial killer in a past life that she was being punished like this? She would have just left and met him at the airport but no, thanks to his lunacy, she had a busted ankle that would ensure she was there for the show.
She spent a couple of hours in the bathroom, not wanting to come out and see or hear something she didn't want to. Beautiful girls throwing themselves at him, it must have been the same in Vegas. Some torture. She could punch Greed in the face. But really, she wad mad at herself. She knew this would happen. He had heartbreak written all over him and she went into this willingly.
When she emerged, she was wearing whatever clothes she'd found in the first bag. She was clean but looked beaten up and still ached all over, especially in her chest when her eyes landed to the naked girl now passed out next to Greed on his bed. She hated that bed. She kept a stoic face, only quirking a brow as if to ask Bored already? which played on her original fear which was now her lifeline.. that once he'd have her, he wouldn't want her anymore.
She didn't comment on the sight except to say, "Wake me up when it's time to go." as if this was a totally normal thing to see and they had no intimate connection between them. Her ankle was killing her and she didn't even have any advil but she'd hobble into the living room again. She just wanted to chop her foot off, sleep, and only wake up when this whole thing was over and she was back in NY.