She jumped slightly and glanced at the other occupant of the kitchen, too caught up in her own thoughts to realize someone else was around. A faint blush spread across her cheeks. "Thanks," she replied quickly, trying to make it look as if she had known he was there all along. It was way too embarrassing to be caught talking to herself. That's what crazy people did. She wasn't crazy, no matter what the normal guy on the street would say. They weren't being pestered by demons, angels, and a stupid seal who had issues. Like bringing people and taking them away on a whim, from whenever and wherever. It was like a spoiled child with a to --
The color across her cheeks deepened as she realized she had just gone off on a mental monologue, speaking not a word out loud and probably making it seem like she was crazy, just standing there. She headed over to the fridge and reached up. Her fingers brushed through a light coating of dust and hit a flashlight, but otherwise didn't find cardboard or plastic to indicate the presence of batteries. She pushed up onto her toes, fingers stretching a few inches more. Grunting in frustration when she didn't find anything, she turned her head awkwardly to look at the guy.
Guy who she hadn't met yet. There seemed to be a lot of those lately. Just the other night, there had been a blond guy in the kitchen, muttering about demons and how he couldn't believe they were real. Obviously new. This guy had to be new too. Vi was pretty up to date on who came and went, although it took her a few days to meet the newcomers. "I hate to impose but could you help," she asked, flashing him a shy smile. "You're crazy tall and probably wouldn't need a stepladder."