Scene #8187: A Cold Winter's Night

Owner	Pose
Remee Halcyon	The coordinates and directions Remee sends to Petra take her to... a hotel. A nice hotel, in some unimportant city in some unimportant world out in the middle of an unimportant region of the multiverse. A needle in a haystack, if someone were to go looking, maybe. It's cold out and snowing, wherever this is. A draft blows in during the brief period the lobby's automatic doors are open for her. The receptionist has a keycard ready for her, if she asks, or Remee tells her it's there if she asks via radio. "Hey, ah..." says Remee, when she makes her way in. It's a smallish two room suite, with a kitchenette and dining table. "Sorry - I know it isn't much, but you're welcome to crash for as long as you need. You okay?"
Petra Soroka	Petra flies the Kana to the hotel. She's got no choice, really, what with it containing all of her worldly possessions and being stationed in the woods, inaccessible to a taxi. The engines roar as it sets down in the parking lot, likely drawing irritation from staff this late at night, and the wobbly descent leaves a shallow gash across the asphalt. Wordlessly gesturing in apology and helplessly holding the key to the cockpit in a valet's direction, she's nearly removed from the premises before squeaking out Remee's name. The mech is taken away, and Petra, greasy and tired as she looks, stumbles into the ornate lobby. Petra knocks tentatively on Remee's door before creaking it open, bloodshot grey eyes peeking through the crack behind stray strands of hair. She sighs upon seeing Remee, audibly decompressing, and walks inside. "It's--it's perfect, thank you. Thanks. So much." She takes a few steps inside, then freezes, pulling off her muddy combat boots. "I'm, he's just a blowhard power-tripping creep, but... I don't want to take the risk. Not of him catching me unawares, and not of me overestimating how durable he is to the Kana."
Remee Halcyon	"Oh- ah..." Remee goes to take the combat boots, and after some indecision, goes to drop them in a laundry bag. "Here, um... how about you wash up... hot shower always does me some good, and - do you have a change of clothes on you? Actually you can have my spare pajamas, they might fit..." Remee practically pushes her towards the suite's bathroom. "Shower first. Then eat, then talk - I'll order room service and make sure it gets here before you get out, alright?" Despite mandating self care before conversation, Remee does end up talking to her through the bathroom door. "I get you. And - I promise you'll be safe here, alright? I'll take the couch, and I'm a light sleeper, so if anything comes through the door I'll maul it."
Petra Soroka	Petra is shoved into the bathroom with the door shut behind her. She stares wide-eyed, confused, for just a moment--and then the past months of wiping herself down with just a wet cloth, or a short, frigid camp shower if she was lucky flash through her mind. Petra flushes red and buries her face in her hands, and Remee can absolutely hear her moan of embarrassment through the door. She starts pulling her dirty clothes off, the spotless environment forcing her to confront how grimy she really is, and bounces on her toes in anticipation of a warm shower. "Yeah. I believe that. You're... really strong, Remee, and you're really kind too." The water turns on, and she lowers her voice, not expecting it to be as audible to Remee as it is. "Unlike me. I can't do anything without that mech." She stumbles over saying 'that mech'. After an irresponsibly long shower--30 minutes if all the accommodations she wants are there, 15 if not--Petra finally exits, pajama-d and hair wrapped up, looking shades brighter than she did when she entered.
Remee Halcyon	There's food waiting. "I wasn't sure what you'd want," says Remee, with the unspoken part of that sentence clearly being 'So I ordered one of everything'. Room service food is actually not all that great compared to restaurant food or a good homecooked meal, but it's still food. And there's a lot of it, in fancy serving dishes that take up the whole table and counter of the kitchenette. "Ah... I dunno if I'm kind, really! Just rich. Rich enough to get your clothes rushed through the laundry service here, they'll be right outside the door by the time you get up tomorrow," she says. "So don't thank me." If she had a tail, it'd be wagging, though. "Honestly... it's kinda nice to have someone here. I'm on my own. I know there's like Watch safehouses I could go stay at but..." She shrugs.
Petra Soroka	Petra's practically unrecognizable in this state, pattering across the floor in soft pajamas, even the way she holds herself being noticeably different. That bomber jacket always rests on her shoulders in a way that seems to draw them together, hunched forwards in a preemptive defense. Now, she just looks relaxed, gasping with a smile at the presentation of the food. Her eyes are still bloodshot, though, best not to comment on that. "You know," She says, settling down at the couch with a plate, "This is going to be the first time I've had a proper meal since..." Obviously, the thought sours her expression, "the last time that pig got in a stupid, unreasonable fight." "And you are kind. Just because you have the means to help people doesn't make you obligated to do it; I knew plenty of people who wouldn't. So I'll thank you, because I'm really very grateful." Petra delicately brings a fork of salmon up to her mouth, and chews slowly. "We're both like that, huh? I've been staying in the Kana, even though it's been lonely and I don't really need to, and I'm not even sure why. It feels wrong to do anything else."
Remee Halcyon	"Well... maybe let's go shopping later," suggests Remee. "Get some, ah, better rations for your mech? It has at least an oven or microwave or something on board, I'm assuming?" Remee goes to dish up some herself, figuring Petra can't eat all of it. "This is... the longest I've been away from my family. Or my home. Not that... um, I can go back to- anyway!" Remee tries to quickly change the topic. "I still don't know if I'm kind, though. I'm just... trying to make up for stuff." "Stuff that giving someone some food and a place to crash isn't going to make up for, but..." She shrugs. "Little steps are better than none, till I can make the big corrections."
Petra Soroka	Petra perks up, mirroring Remee's tail-wagging energy at the mention of shopping. Big dog, small dog, purse rat. "Yeah, it's got a microwave, I just don't have any dishes to warm stuff up on, hahaha. Shopping would be a lot of fun, but..." Her face falls. "I don't want to impose on you too much." She's so broke. The reminder of the face of Remee's house causes Petra to tense up, gripping the arm of the couch. "...Yeah. Well." She shovels more food in her mouth to distract herself. Her pace of eating has steadily picked up ever since that first bite, like she's realized how hungry she really is. "Making up for stuff doesn't mean you're not kind. I know you talk about how your family's done bad things, and I don't know how responsible you are for whatever they've done so I won't say that you're not. But just the fact that you chose to break away, and start doing good to try to make up for it proves you're kind, doesn't it? I mean, it's not like any of the others are doing that, so you've got to be different from them." Her plate clean, Petra sags into the couch, then pushes herself up to grab some little chocolates. "Anyways, I'm relying on you to keep me safe tonight, so I have to trust that you're kind." She says, with a smile on her face. "We'll get through this, and see what he does, and then figure out what to do about him soon." Contrary to earlier, the mention of John's threat doesn't cast her face in worry. Instead, she seems to brighten, with a tinge of defiance and... pride? Clean Petra feels totally different, petulant anger and antisocial bravado replaced with a relaxed willingness to be in Remee's care. Petra really, actually seems to trust her.