He knocked. He had quite a few small scratches on him, as after jumped out of the window he landed in bush.
The door opened quickly, revealing Petra. She had a nasty gash on her head and she pulled him inside, her gaze darting around nervously.
Her hand came up to touch it idly and she squinted at it when she pulled it away, her fingers red. "Huh. So it is," she said distractedly, going over to the window and peering through the blinds.
She grumbled, patting her forehead half-heartedly. "You gotta stay here for a while. They're all out on the streets right now."
"Not your fault," she said with a sigh as her cell phone buzzed on the coffee table. She sat up, looking down at it with a frown.
She blinked, clearly a little out of it, but stood up, taking the phone. "I gotta take this. Make yourself at home and all that."
He sighed, sitting down and taking off his jacket. He observed his arm with a frown, bending his fingers.
She spoke in a quiet voice before hanging up and sighing, reentering the room. "Strawberry or Vanilla?" she asked, opening the freezer.
