"Is that so?" he asked, hooking one ankle over the other as he leaned against the back of his couch. Hesitation came and went over his face, before he said the next bit, softer. "I looked for you later," he finally confessed. "Got a good bit of sight seeing in, while doing it, too." A little pause, again. "Where were you?"
It wasn't any of his business, and he knew that. Still... Not like it mattered, really... But where did she go when she was upset? She didn't seem to have a home or any place to call her own, other than the shell she lived in. And, he told himself sternly, he needed to stop thinking of her as human. She couldn't be, she just couldn't be.