Phoenix nodded absently. "Sure." She was sort of...cute in her own strange way. He wouldn't dare speak that silly word, cute, but he thought it. Just once. She was simply so naive, and it was a wonder she managed to stay that way with all the things that had happened in her life. He'd lost faith in humanity at age 14, and yet she seemed to think that everyone was good somehow. It confused him. He supposed, perhaps he was good somehow, but there were many others who weren't.
Just as he was about to say something more, there was a knock on the door.
Phoenix gently pushed her away as he did before, saying, "Sorry, Nisha. One minute." He went downstairs, and opened the door. Nisha could probably not hear their conversation from in the bedroom, but rather a collection of low whispers. The other person's voice was rough, and older woman. Soon, the whispers grew louder and more accusatory, and she could probably hear Phoenix throwing himself onto a chair in the living room carelessly. The woman spoke very quietly to him, then said more loudly, "It wasn't anyone's fault, and it's been for quite a while since it happened, anywho. You need anything?" Phoenix didn't answer her. "Phoenix...Well, I guess I'll stay here for now." She sat in a chair across from him. Her hair, long and red, fell down her back. There was something rough about not just her voice, but her character. She carried 2 daggers with her on her belt. "I'm sorry to bring you bad news, but you needed to know." Phoenix simply sat with his hands over his face, unmoving.