They both had the sort of jobs, and the pasts, where going off and just disconnecting at the end of the day was difficult or near impossible. It was his day off, but she strongly suspected if he got a call then he would be off, and she wouldn't blame him for it. Jayati didn't talk like this in town, too aware of just how old-fashioned some of the residents were (as in, thousand years old), and how approachable she needed to be with such a small staff. Always with one foot in the office, so to speak.
But he was right in that he was pretty annoying. Though if he was that bad she would at least do him the courtesy of punching him when he was awake, she was sweet like that.
Jayati reached forward to pinch at a rough cheek, "Aw, I can see that. It matches the smell too." Not that he stank anymore than most men who worked physical jobs, but it was fun to give him shit for it anyway. The Christmas puppy metaphor definitely fit him though, so good job on that.
Ugh. He had a point, and she had to give it to him, "I'm glad you came, if only because I might get to see your ass fall out of the chair without any help." Well, any help but his shot and his, uh, Nuno-ness that is. Her protector instincts didn't stop her from watching him with amused eyes as he flailed in the chair a bit, high anticipating him falling on his ass and content to let him.
"You gonna go to the grocery store to buy some real fucking food?" That was always the first way her protective instincts came out, even with him. Stepping back from the table so she could gesture at him with her cue, "You need to eat better. How are you still so weirdly bony with your job?" Ralph brought her beer over and she nodded her thanks, taking a sip before getting an idea, "Hey, what's the strongest thing you got back there? Really?" A few minutes and a grin that said trouble later the man was fixing them a couple glasses of 'something his buddy up in the catskills made that'll really put some hair on your chin, lady'.
Meanwhile she turned back to Nuno while she waited for him to take his turn, deciding how to answer his question while keeping with their cobbled together code, if it could even be called that. "Yeah. Attempted break-in. Weird way too." Break in on the whole damn island, and in a sly way too. Not what she was used to, and not the kind she liked. If someone was going to attack her and her's she'd prefer it be the same way they lost their village - direct, at the front door with torches and screaming. Not insidious and creeping. Secretive.