"I don't watch a lot of TV," she said quietly when he suggested she turn it on. A lot of people had a problem with silence or just being, but she'd had more than enough time getting used to it, so it didn't bother her. She'd listened to him shower, all the small nuances of his routine before the water turned off and even after. She wasn't started by the door opening and she looked up at him when he came out.
Battered, bruised, and tired. Human most likely. He hadn't shared anything about himself other than his face right now. He was handsome. She moved to pull the cushions off the couch and set them on the side before bending over to pull the couch bed out. The action caused his shirt to ride up the back of her thighs almost exposing her lack of underwear. There were no pillows, but that was fine.
She'd noticed, under the scent of his choice soap that he still smelled...off. She hadn't seen any special colognes in the bathroom and the deodorant he'd used was familiar as well. Having set everything up, she looked at him again, her head cocked to the side. She wanted to ask him about his diet, or maybe what he washed his clothes with, but instead, she pulled the shirt up to smell it. Regular detergent. After a thoughtful look, she placed the cushions back onto the couch. "Do you want to watch TV?" she asked as she climbed into her temporary bed.