[It's strange, seeing someone sit down here, when it's only just been her alone in this apartment. But it's... nice, too. With how much she throws herself into her work, she doesn't really think about how lonely it is here.

But that's depressing to think about, so she just focuses on her guest, brows furrowing when she catches those circles under his eyes. She can only imagine, how hard it is for him to sleep sometimes... So her expression softens, sympathy appearing in her eyes before her focus is drawn back to the tea.

Quietly and quickly finishing in the preparation for it, before pausing at his words. The silence that follows a thoughtful one, and she hums softly as she approaches with two steaming cups in her hands - one placed on the table in front of him, before she flops next to him on the couch, her own mug held securely in her hand.]

It's not really seeing anything. For as long as I can remember, I think I hear... Voices, when I sleep. Something about them is familiar, but I just chalked it up being linked to what happened. [She both means the experiments conducted on her before she was born, the one thing he knows about, and the explosion she caused, the thing he doesn't.]

What about you? [Golden eyes focus on him once more, sipping at her tea as she keeps the cup clasped in her hands, letting the heat of it warm her hands.]