Hanging with Jerry and Dean

She opened her eyes when he groaned, a small bit startled that he was still here. She pulled her knees up onto the bed, to get more comfortable, pondering for a moment, how long of a conversation this was going to be. She watched him warily, "As good a time as any, I suppose.." she spoke dully, her words falling slightly flat in the near silence of the room. She eased herself down onto her good side, resting her now casted arm in the hollow of her waist, still watching him from her new position.

Part of her wanted to punch him for kissing her, and the other part wanted to thank him for his quick action. Neither was winning, because they were of equal strength. So she was just kind of dull and tired looking. The battle hidden deep within her.

Nikki was silent for a moment, as she mulled over what to say. Her eyes softened for a moment, probably because he had his eyes closed, and she took a deep breath. "Well," she began, voice tired, "First off, yeah it probably wasn't the best idea to kiss a girl you just met," she smiled sardonically, "You might not want to do that again..Second off, I'm a clutz. I run into everything," she closed her eyes, remembering, "This isn't the first time I've broken something. And thirdly, you're more of an idiot for beating yourself up about it than actually doing it. I probably would have lain where I fell for a long time with nobody to help me if you hadn't been there." She looked directly at him, hoping he'd open his eyes, and see the sincerity there, "You saved me more pain than you caused me." And then she closed her eyes, speach finished.

Her mind wandered to Arima, and she wondered momentarily to where he had dispeared to. She desperately wrenched her mind away from the memories, and forced her eyes open to look at Donovan again.

Nikki raised a thin brow slightly when he spoke. "Don't push your luck." she stated simply, the only emotion in her voice sardonic. She looked him up and down in a detached way, "And don't get too cocky. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't take you." she added mentally that she could probably do it with a broken arm and all, but she didn't say that.

She let out a slow sigh. She was getting darker with all the stuff that was happening to her. And it was getting harder to pretend. She flopped over onto her back. "By the way, you're really transparent. I wish you'd stop feeling bad." she remarked, small smile on her face, even though she didn't turn to look at him.

She looked at him again. "They said I could leave whenever I wanted." she stated slowly, pulling herself into a sitting position, then sliding herself off of the bed onto her feet. She swayed slightly, putting her good hand to her head as she got a blood rush headache.

She smirked slightly, looking up at him, aware that he was probably going to freak out, and decided to speak before he did. "Blood rush." she said simply, words still sardonic. She walked over to a cupboard, and opened it up, pulling out a black sling with her name on it in sparkly blue letters. Further proof that it wasn't the first time she'd broken an arm. She slowly removed the bulky hoodie from her shoulders, and dropped it on the bed, slipping the sling around her neck, then slipping her arm in the sling.

Then, without thinking, she grabbed the hoodie, and slipped the hood over her head to keep it with her, forgetting how funny it made her look. And then she blushed when she remembered, but she didn't take the hood off. "Will this..surprise.. require me to encounter more people than you?" she questioned warily, resting her good arm cross her midriff, unconciously commiting a sign of self-conciousness.

She allowed herself to be pulled forward, resisting the urge to pull her hand away from him. She wasn't a particularily touchey-feely kind of girl. But she didn't. "Hmm.. I don't know which is worse, being with a great deal of people, or being with you in the dark." her words, while still sardonic, held a slight teasing air to them, "Besides. If you try to kiss me, I'll just beat you over the head with my cast."

She didn't really know where she stood with this guy. On the one hand, she wanted to beat him into a pulp, but on the other, she wasn't used to people being that nice. It was an interesting colliding of emotions within her. Her eyes went dull for a moment, not that that wasn't a regular occurance for her.