Pushing her hood back, Verity ducked around him and headed for the direction he indicated. "Hey," she shot back over her shoulder, not wanting him to see her splotchy and tear-stained face. She wasn't even sure what she was doing here, to be honest. This wasn't a problem she could drink away. She should've just gone to Angelina's, but then the both of them would end up moping together and that wasn't healthy either.
"Where's your frying pan?" She asked, setting her bag on the counter and digging through his cabinets.