"Oh, trust me. I've said it plenty of times in the last couple years." Naea considered the question at hand. "And I'll drink whatever doesn't make my eyes burn out of their sockets."
She found herself considering Kami's actions. Naea couldn't remember the last time someone had been as delicate with her. Perhaps her mother, but sometimes the images were fuzzy because they were so long ago. "I admit. I'm not entirely sure if I can stay here, mostly because I don't know how far ahead in rent he paid and lord knows I don't make nearly enough to afford the apartment on this floor. I do all right, but..." She shrugged, her mind bogged down a little suddenly.