Hey, Down Here [Liltotto/Giselle]

Well of course she expected as much; Liltotto never thought the woman to be stupid or blind to her situation by any means, more intending to give her another's perspective than anything else. Though, in turn, she wasn't too certain of how much Giselle changed herself, aside from obviously being much calmer in certain aspects than before.

She merely looked at her companion as she put a hand on her shoulder, praising her for how much she had grown. The glowing expression of Giselle however was not matched, Liltotto's own expression remaining neutral as she'd nod slightly, looking down and uttering a simple, "Yeah, guess so," though she clearly had a lot more thought to it beyond what she outwardly expressed. Though to her wish to complain about it anyway, Liltotto just gave a full shrug, "Fair."

Opening a bag of snacks she had brought with her after quickly cleaning off what Giselle presented her, she'd munch away as Giselle went further on her stance, nodding along, "Yeah, I can't say the welcome wagon was terribly welcoming for me either. I just ignored any piss that came my way though, I had more important shit to worry about. Dunno how they'd compare eating people versus blood mind control, buuut hard guess tells me they aren't super fond of either. What happened happened, eh."

Then Giselle brings up some 'Mazda' character who seemed to be the only one assed to talk to her, raising her brow at that ending comment. Now that caught her attention.

"Well, I just got done moving in after two... Tiresome weeks," Liltotto seemed thoroughly irritated by even recalling the events she had to go through just to get settled, "So I haven't started yet. Will be next week if nothing annoying happens, though that's besides the point; What'd that guy say?"

There was a 'hmm' in her throat as she ate, listening to Giselle go on about how she made a 'few' friends; with how long she drew that 'few' out, she guessed that meant hardly any. That must be somewhere between irksome and driving her absolutely nuts... Even if it has been a good while, she knew that she probably couldn't stand the lack of attention, well, good attention,

"Simple's good," Liltotto hardly looked up while talking, "Least you know the person's genuine, even if they're dull."

In her own experience, she's acquainted with many a simple person, some of them remaining in her life until they withered into old age. Even if it wasn't some thrill or high romance like many would crave, it was at the very least consistent.

"Well," She'd go on to respond, not seeming to care to press about her previous question, "Honestly, I find the amount of nothing seeming happen unnerving. It just feels like something's going to happen, and I kind of wish it would already. This day and age where all this bombastic bullshit keeps happening? Hella creepy if it suddenly gets quiet and chill to me."

Huh, surprise surprise - Giselle actually ended up giving some response to her question instead of leaving her hanging. That was a matter she would investigate on her own time; she didn't need the zombie to spill the details on her, instead seeking to derail that topic with an overly dramatic, hard and long sniff from her,

"You smell like another chick's business," She'd let out a short 'heh', "Thought I smelled bitch; what's her name?"

She sure did hope that Giselle wasn't up banging recruits or anything, but that wasn't the impression she got; whoever it was definitely did not give off that terribly familiar scent of Quincy.

She had expected the topic to get shifted, though she definitely didn't expect the kind of reaction that would come her way. Course she expected to be swatted or slapped in some way, hardly reacting to that tap on the shoulder. Course she expected something between a, 'yuck, don't do that' and a full on lecture. What she didn't expect was the why; obviously she expected Giselle to be offended for herself, but then she brought up the idea of how she'd seem to anyone with marriage potential, of wanting grandkids and whatnot.

Those ideas made her rather unexpressive face falter, somewhat. Not by much, with her eyes hitting the floor and perhaps her lips curving somewhat downward, but it nonetheless drudged up older feelings about that. Friends were the farthest she typically went in terms of relationships, and even those were kept at a measured distance. She knew for a fact she would end up outliving them, and even if she were to die, she felt there would not be anything or anyone on the other side for her. Even in this world of the spiritual, of knowledge of the afterlife, she would never see them again, and they wouldn't see her either.

She couldn't imagine having a partner, much less children. Not like she ever tried to make herself appealing in that regard.

Of course, Giselle right before her, the woman who raised her, had come back. But even that in itself was a shock to the system; at times she had the faintest thought that maybe the isolation was driving her mad, but she had well enough of a reminder that she wasn't. She kept that ugly mess of emotions to herself, however. They were her's and her's alone to deal with.

At the same time, she felt a gross twist of guilt inside of her; Giselle clearly wanted better for her, she always had. As sweet as a desire that was, it wasn't something she felt was obtainable.

"Yeah. Sorry." She didn't raise her gaze, taking another helping of food, "Won't happen again."

She picked for some other topic, something far divorced from this to talk about, obviously more tasteful: "You like cats?"

"Well, if the decades of near solitude didn't drive me nuts, don't think i'll be nuthouse-ready anytime soon," Her gaze was still averted, her flat tone unchanged. Her mind was busy dwelling on the myriad of feelings she didn't want to revisit at all, softly cringing with that second hug. Was she actually going nuts, or have hugs suddenly become really uncomfortable to receive? Either way, she kept her mouth shut and her thoughts to herself.

Of course she has a cat. Then again, she'd better expect Giselle to have an animal that could match her energy levels, like a dog or a ferret or something. She herself never kept a pet, was more of an observer of other's pets than keeping her own, even if she wanted to at points in time.

"Yeah, that's... Cats. They kind of do whatever they want..." She couldn't even smile at the idea of a cat somehow stowing away on a plane or boat, miraculously tracking Giselle down where ever she went. Though she would let out a small grunt when her attempt at changing the subject was caught, and right back onto the friends subject she'd go. Liltotto's expression seemed to waver more and more as Giselle went on, pushing this guy Alastair as good... "Friend" material. She had the nagging suspicion that Giselle hoped for... more than that.

"..Giselle, i'm alright with meeting people. I was planning on it anyway," She'd finally look to her, an insistent look to her eyes as she'd continue, "But i'm not planning on doing more than just friends with anyone else. Then again, your idea of a friend and mine may be different."