"'Lina-ee'?" Naea glanced up from her book and quirked an eyebrow. That... definitely wasn't what she expected to hear, but if he was buying David's crap, then he could call her whatever he wanted. She padded over barefoot to the door and unlocked it, poking her head out with a smile. "Lin-ay-ah. Naea to everybody else. Nice to meet you Rick."
She looked him over once. Seemed nice enough, but for some reason rang of frat boy. Naea smoothed her The Who t-shirt down over her shorts a bit. "It's actually all still upstairs. I have a couple days left to get rid of it all." She moved one of her pigtails to the side, reaching for her keys. "You ready?"