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She locked her door after she got in. Then put in the new security code. Her job had gotten just a little more interesting a few weeks ago so she had everything updated. She hangs her coat up and continues to argue with someone at the office over her cell phone. She sounds furious with how willing they are to bend to get someone more dangerous put away in prison.

"Look! I. Don't. Care. He's a murderer and just as bad as the man we're going after. We don't compromise with scum," she said firmly. "We'll get both of them. You just need to trust me, Clarkson."

She listens and smirks as she reaches up and starts to undo her hair from the tight bun as she starts to go towards a table and sits. The clip gets set down ad then the pins as her hair slips back out of place. She rubs her scalp as she listens to the other lawyer. "Okay. But you know I'm right. I'll speak with the detectives in the morning and we'll get just what we need."

She listens then pulls the phone away from her ear and shuts it. She groaned and rolled her shoulders while pulling her hand out of her hair. That was when she noticed the atmosphere in her home felt different. She shifted nervously and grabbed her cane and got up and began to roam with her cane gripped like a weapon.

It had been over three months since she had last been around Altair. She had forgotten what his presence had been like in her home. So she was honestly afraid of what might be lurking in her home. She didn't call out as she began to search her home for the intruder. Everything was far too quite so she bit her lower lip as she listened and started to check everything in the darkened house.

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He relaxed minutely when she gave her answer. And then hesitantly nodded. No, he wasn't really but he could probably use a meal whether he wanted it or not anyway. And...it would make things seem more normal. Just a little. Maybe.

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Ivy moves to get her cane. She picked it up carefully and moved to the stairs ahead of him. She flips on a light near the stair case and a bright light turns on. She looks a little tired but otherwise in good health.

"I don't know what I actually have. I've been very bust with a murder case. It was complicated and I haven't been in my home long enough to eat out of my own kitchen."

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Altaïr turns his head sharply to the side and shuts his eyes as the bright light suddenly flares without warning. He wasn't really used to how lights were turned on so simply in this world despite his frequent trips and so the gesture really didn't compute in time for a warning. He blinks away the glare and shakes his head clear before following slowly.

"...I see." He tried not to frown.

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She shifts on the top step feeling a bit like a child being scolded. "I have been eating though. Shockingly they assigned me an assistant at the office to make things easier. She has made sure I have at least one meal during the day."

Which she forgets to eat. But he doesn't need to know that. She proceeds down stairs to avoid feeling him look at her. Lights get flicked on as she makes her way to the kitchen.

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He hadn't meant to make her feel that way. He couldn't blame her--which was the reason he didn't say anything more--because he'd done it himself on more than one occasion. "...ah."

At least he'd ready for the lights this time around since he already had the forewarning from the first. He follows her down and to the kitchen.

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She could keep rambling to fill up the silence. Or she could start seeing if she needs to throw anything out.

Which she does end up doing. A few things smell pretty foul once she opens up the containers to check.

Then just to be sure she checks her milk. Then gags and pours it down the sink. The smell coming from the sink has Cedric who was sleeping on the floor get up and flees.

"Okay. So I don't have anything fit to be eaten." She could order food. "I could order something to be brought here."