As he accepted the term "shitty," she nodded knowingly and sipped her smoothie. When he wasn't being a giant pain in the ass, this Sergeant Samuel Wolfe was pretty okay. In the boxing circuit, you got used to dealing with egos. Granted, Riley wasn't always aware of her own, though perhaps that was the entire source of the problem. Either way, in the rare moments when two people stopped competing directly, you could find some very pleasant little conversations hiding in there.
The query of where she lived wasn't that odd, and she thought little of it. Really, where you lived was one of the major ways people started conversations. As he mentioned stalking, she laughed. "Don't worry. You don't seem quite stupid enough to try stalking me." For emphasis, she held up her right arm and flexed.
As he mentioned the name of his new home, her eyes widened. "No way," she breathed, staring at him blankly. "Tell me you aren't serious." When it was clear that he was, she started to laugh in surprise. "Oh my god, I live there! I moved in back when it first opened!" Wow, life sure was funny. Shaking her head, she took another sip of her smoothie. "Wow, I really never thought I'd meet a neighbor out here in the real world."
(ISN'T IT GLORIOUS? I LOVE IT. Also, I foresee movie nights in Pax now. Riley splurged on a badass TV.)