"Typical..." Granted, that was just her way of dismissing things, but it was what she usually thought. Most people treated her this way, thinking because she was nice and compassionate, that they could take advantage of it.
When they got to her flat, she let herself out and headed up the six flights of stairs. She opened the door, rolling her eyes when a white and sand coloured kitty tackled her with leg nuzzles. "No, Poseidon... Not now."
Once inside, she dropped her things and took off her shoes and sat on the egg-shaped chair across from the couch. She was quiet for a second. "Prove."