"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.
"Oh." Kami absorbed the tumble of words as she stood in the kitchen and mixed a drink. Automatically, she adjusted her planned recipe and picked up a different bottle. "Well," she began again, "I'd really hate to see you go. Especially because of a jackass like that."
She picked up the new drink and walked back to hand it over; it was now quite obviously tequila with a faint shading of orange juice for interest. Luckily, it was not even half full. Then she sat down close by and regarded Linnaea with big dark eyes. "First things first. Find out what he paid," she suggested. "And if it's just his name on the lease. Then go from there."