'No molesting, Nova? Losing our touch, are we?' He looked down again, smug grin firmly in place. Simon crossed an arm and rested his other elbow on top of it, fingers touching his lips.
'Did he?' Simon replied to Nova's statement about Evans inquiry. 'How considerate.' He walked over and stood next to the bed. Evans was in a deep sleep and his hand still hanging over the side of the bed where Nova had left it. Reaching down he moved Evan's arm back next to the sedated man.
Turning back to Nova, Simon placed his hands back into his pockets. 'So do you think he'll be receptive to our desire to protect him?' Nova knew what he meant.
Simon was asking if Evans could be trusted.
'It would be akward if he wasn't.'
Psycho woman of his dreams. (Nova)
Alcohol induced dreams were usually quite vibrant and fun. Usually involving large animals or cotton candy. He was quite fond of them. But Eternity dreams were a bit more...psychotic.
Kyle was standing in the cold rain and it was, of course, night time. He shivered violently from the cold as he stood on a deserted street lit only by one street lamp. There was a brick building in front of him with a neon sign that spelled Hotel but the O and the T lights were broken.
H e l.
'Oh joy,' Kyle muttered with his arms crossed.
Across the street was a pawn shop with gold lettering on the window. The lights were off. He turned back to the brick building and noticed the white door with the black scuff marks. Kyle stepped onto the stoop and pushed open the door and it swung loudly shut behind him.
He was suddenly in a broken down hotel room. Kyle turned around again and opened the door. Peeking out was a dimly lit hallway. On one end was a door poorly marked 'STAIRS'. The other end had a window and it was still raining outside. Kyle could not recall entering the lobby, checking in or coming up the stairs.
The room was very art deco circa 1920 style. An ornate lamp hung on the wall. Its glass shell was frosted yellow by age and broken on one end. There was a bed with a knit blanket and a single pillow. The walls were wall papered and again more filagree design, yellowed with age. A desk, one rickety chair, a bathroom with a glimpse of a single light bulb in its shadows. Kyle walked over and reached for light switch on the wall which was cold and damp, as if someone had just taken a shower in it. He flicked on the light and it was harsh and bright.
Kyle stepped back out into the room and sighed. He looked down at his clothes, they were partially dry but still damp and annoying.
'Well...this is...interesting.'
Simon Huntington
18 years ago
Nova
18 years ago
Nova smirked and waved her hand, willing to take the teasing she probably had coming considering the way she had woken up.
“Well I usually like to buy ‘em dinner first.” She decided to leave out the fact that she –had- bought Evans dinner. It didn’t really count since he had gone downhill before he got to eat it.
She was pretty sure Simon wasn’t looking for the shrug she gave in response to his last question, and followed that up with her thoughts.
“I don’t know that it’s really a question of him wanting to cooperate. I think he’s willing enough to work with us, he’s just got this bullheaded side that has to plow into things and damn the consequences.” She looked down at her shoes for a minute before speaking again. “I don’t think he’ll stop writing articles; I think that’s a deal breaker. On the upside, I think he has good intentions and doesn’t want us to get hurt…but hell, I don’t think he wants to get hurt either and you see how that’s gone so far.”
“Well I usually like to buy ‘em dinner first.” She decided to leave out the fact that she –had- bought Evans dinner. It didn’t really count since he had gone downhill before he got to eat it.
She was pretty sure Simon wasn’t looking for the shrug she gave in response to his last question, and followed that up with her thoughts.
“I don’t know that it’s really a question of him wanting to cooperate. I think he’s willing enough to work with us, he’s just got this bullheaded side that has to plow into things and damn the consequences.” She looked down at her shoes for a minute before speaking again. “I don’t think he’ll stop writing articles; I think that’s a deal breaker. On the upside, I think he has good intentions and doesn’t want us to get hurt…but hell, I don’t think he wants to get hurt either and you see how that’s gone so far.”
Simon Huntington
18 years ago
As Simon considered the possibilities, his cell phone chirped in his jacket. Pulling it out, he read the text message from Carol. He ran his thumb over the lit screen and exhaled audibly.
Nodding towards Evans he said, 'When he wakes. Bring him by the Domicile. I'd like to have a chat with him.' He raised his cell phone to signal his leave and then tucked it back into his pocket. Simon turned towards the door and couldn't help but give her another small smile.
'Good luck with your patient, Nova.' He put his hand on the door knob and winked at her.
((OOC - Simon walking out pending Nova's response))
Nodding towards Evans he said, 'When he wakes. Bring him by the Domicile. I'd like to have a chat with him.' He raised his cell phone to signal his leave and then tucked it back into his pocket. Simon turned towards the door and couldn't help but give her another small smile.
'Good luck with your patient, Nova.' He put his hand on the door knob and winked at her.
((OOC - Simon walking out pending Nova's response))
Nova
18 years ago
Nova nodded her head and looked over to Evans, who was still sleeping away.
“Yeah, sure thing. I’ll talk to the doctors, see if we can’t get him up and around.”
It was clear enough that Simon had other business to attend to, and she let him go with a wave before turning back to Kyle.
“Let’s see if you’re up for a field trip.”
With that, she walked out of the room in search of the doctor who had doped Kyle up in the first place.
“Yeah, sure thing. I’ll talk to the doctors, see if we can’t get him up and around.”
It was clear enough that Simon had other business to attend to, and she let him go with a wave before turning back to Kyle.
“Let’s see if you’re up for a field trip.”
With that, she walked out of the room in search of the doctor who had doped Kyle up in the first place.
Doctor
18 years ago
Dr. Lanier adjusted her lab coat and walked down the hallway, fluffing her blonde hair a little as she went. She was meant to be checking on what she had heard was a really hot patient, and was told to ask some guy named Nova if he was done testing so they could take him off the IV.
The doctor pressed her lips together and grinned before reaching the door, only to have it swing open and nearly hit her in the face. After taking a step back, she blinked at the sight of a shorter, red headed woman who had damn well better not be ‘the girlfriend’.
“Hi. I’m looking for a Nova…Pie…stew...a…?”
The doctor pressed her lips together and grinned before reaching the door, only to have it swing open and nearly hit her in the face. After taking a step back, she blinked at the sight of a shorter, red headed woman who had damn well better not be ‘the girlfriend’.
“Hi. I’m looking for a Nova…Pie…stew...a…?”
Nova
18 years ago
Nova crossed her arms over her chest and glared at what was obviously a first year resident as the tall blonde butchered her name.
“Piestewa. That’s me.”
“Piestewa. That’s me.”
Doctor
18 years ago
The doctor crinkled her nose delicately and didn’t bother to correct her mispronunciation.
“Oh. I thought you were a guy.”
She pressed her lips together in a tight line before continuing.
“I’m supposed to ask if your done with your testing? We want to take Kyle off the IV.”
She couldn’t help but notice Nova wasn’t allowing her any further into the room.
“Oh. I thought you were a guy.”
She pressed her lips together in a tight line before continuing.
“I’m supposed to ask if your done with your testing? We want to take Kyle off the IV.”
She couldn’t help but notice Nova wasn’t allowing her any further into the room.
Nova
18 years ago
Bitch. I could kick her scrawny ass across the room.
Instead of committing an act of violence, though, Nova smiled sweetly in return.
“Wow, I guess medical school isn’t what it used to be. I’m sorry to hear that.”
She put her hands on her hips, taking up as much space as she could, before answering the next question.
“No I am –not- finished with my testing. However, there is no reason for –Mr. Evans- to be kept asleep on my account.”
She would have added something snarky about Evans having a much more agreeable personality while asleep, but she liked this stupid bitch a hell of a lot less than Kyle.
She stepped aside, though she didn’t give the skinny wench much room.
“Go ahead.”
Instead of committing an act of violence, though, Nova smiled sweetly in return.
“Wow, I guess medical school isn’t what it used to be. I’m sorry to hear that.”
She put her hands on her hips, taking up as much space as she could, before answering the next question.
“No I am –not- finished with my testing. However, there is no reason for –Mr. Evans- to be kept asleep on my account.”
She would have added something snarky about Evans having a much more agreeable personality while asleep, but she liked this stupid bitch a hell of a lot less than Kyle.
She stepped aside, though she didn’t give the skinny wench much room.
“Go ahead.”
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
Nova climbed up out of the window and let go. The moment she left the car, the reality changed back again, plummeting him onto his hands and knees. Kyle felt a cold chill run up his spine as he realized he was on the floor of the decrepid hotel room. His clothes were damp again, goosebumps rising on his arms and creeping up his neck.
'Well,' he said with chattery teeth, 'so much for the desert.' Slowly picking himself up off of the ground, Kyle walked back into the bathroom to undress again.
He wondered exactly how Nova entered his dream, having no idea that they could even do something like that. They were curious, blood thirsty creatures that seemed to want to be envied. He wasn't sure if what he felt when thinking about Nova was envy.
Or maybe he just liked her a little.
'Well,' he said with chattery teeth, 'so much for the desert.' Slowly picking himself up off of the ground, Kyle walked back into the bathroom to undress again.
He wondered exactly how Nova entered his dream, having no idea that they could even do something like that. They were curious, blood thirsty creatures that seemed to want to be envied. He wasn't sure if what he felt when thinking about Nova was envy.
Or maybe he just liked her a little.
Doctor
18 years ago
Bitch. She knew what I meant.
Dr. Lanier made a slight huffing sound and stepped forward, doing everything she could with her body language to indicate she wanted Nova to step out of her way. Seeing that her methods were entirely ignored, she inched past the bitchy redhead and approached Kyle’s bed.
Mmm. He was a cutie.
“Okay Mr. Evans,” she said, shooting Nova a look “let’s wake you up.”
With that, she closed the tube and pressed a gauze pad down firmly at the IV site to pull out the catheter. Keeping pressure on the site, she taped down the pad and spoke over her shoulder.
“This wears off fairly quickly; a half an hour, perhaps less.”
She turned around fully so she could see the look on Nova’s face when she made her next comment, thinking to goad a reaction out of the woman by deliberately stepping on her toes, so to speak.
“You know, your guy is a real…hmm. Where’d she go?”
The door clicked closed. Nova had, it seemed, slipped out.
Dr. Lanier made a slight huffing sound and stepped forward, doing everything she could with her body language to indicate she wanted Nova to step out of her way. Seeing that her methods were entirely ignored, she inched past the bitchy redhead and approached Kyle’s bed.
Mmm. He was a cutie.
“Okay Mr. Evans,” she said, shooting Nova a look “let’s wake you up.”
With that, she closed the tube and pressed a gauze pad down firmly at the IV site to pull out the catheter. Keeping pressure on the site, she taped down the pad and spoke over her shoulder.
“This wears off fairly quickly; a half an hour, perhaps less.”
She turned around fully so she could see the look on Nova’s face when she made her next comment, thinking to goad a reaction out of the woman by deliberately stepping on her toes, so to speak.
“You know, your guy is a real…hmm. Where’d she go?”
The door clicked closed. Nova had, it seemed, slipped out.
Nova
18 years ago
Double –fucking- bitch.
Nova crossed her arms over her chest and watched the doctor do her job, feeling what she suddenly recognized was an unusual amount of hostility. She decided to write it off as feeling a little crabby and tired; maybe her nap hadn’t been quite enough in spite of the fact that she actually felt pretty well rested.
In any case, she felt another spike of annoyance when the doctor started talking to Evans. Stupid bitch; surely someone of her training could see that HI, HE CAN’T HEAR YOU, DUMB COW.
She honest to god felt like kicking something, and when she saw the doctor’s hand lingering on Kyle’s wrist while she spoke, she decided she really couldn’t stomach anymore.
She walked out into the hallway, turning on her phone while she headed for the waiting room and trying to pinpoint what pissed her off so badly. She reasoned that mispronouncing her name was enough, but then again pretty much everyone did that. Then there was the ‘I thought you were a guy’ comment, which made Nova bristle.
Shrugging, she rather bitterly decided to order Evans a steak to go with his blonde.
She paused in the middle of dialing and hung up the phone as realization struck.
Then she went right back to dialing and ordered some food. At worst the nurses would get a free meal but the guy did need to eat after all.
And being jealous was just stupid.
Nova crossed her arms over her chest and watched the doctor do her job, feeling what she suddenly recognized was an unusual amount of hostility. She decided to write it off as feeling a little crabby and tired; maybe her nap hadn’t been quite enough in spite of the fact that she actually felt pretty well rested.
In any case, she felt another spike of annoyance when the doctor started talking to Evans. Stupid bitch; surely someone of her training could see that HI, HE CAN’T HEAR YOU, DUMB COW.
She honest to god felt like kicking something, and when she saw the doctor’s hand lingering on Kyle’s wrist while she spoke, she decided she really couldn’t stomach anymore.
She walked out into the hallway, turning on her phone while she headed for the waiting room and trying to pinpoint what pissed her off so badly. She reasoned that mispronouncing her name was enough, but then again pretty much everyone did that. Then there was the ‘I thought you were a guy’ comment, which made Nova bristle.
Shrugging, she rather bitterly decided to order Evans a steak to go with his blonde.
She paused in the middle of dialing and hung up the phone as realization struck.
Then she went right back to dialing and ordered some food. At worst the nurses would get a free meal but the guy did need to eat after all.
And being jealous was just stupid.
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
Cotton balls.
Kyle's dream ended suddenly with him walking out of the warm bathroom, toweling himself off. One minute he's drying off, then next there was the feeling of cotton balls in his mouth. The feeling of a starched bed pressed up against him and he numbly reached up wipe his face.
'Mr. Evans?'
The voice was warbly and annoyingly muffled. Kyle struggled to open his eyes, but they felt like lead weights.
'Mr. Evans, wake up.'
Less muffled that time, but still warbly. It was quiet again for what felt like a few moments but when he heard the voice again, it was much clearer.
'It's time to wake up, Mr. Evans.'
He felt his hand connect with his mouth as he struggled to open his eyes again. It was bright, painfully so. The voice seemed attached to a woman who was standing next to the bed. Blinking, he tried to point to his mouth. God he was thirsty. His throat was parched and he scratched at it. Kyle tried to swallow but found he couldn't even work up any saliva. Water. He needed it badly.
So he found it odd that when he opened his mouth to ask for it, he said instead, 'Nova, I need Nova.'
Kyle's dream ended suddenly with him walking out of the warm bathroom, toweling himself off. One minute he's drying off, then next there was the feeling of cotton balls in his mouth. The feeling of a starched bed pressed up against him and he numbly reached up wipe his face.
'Mr. Evans?'
The voice was warbly and annoyingly muffled. Kyle struggled to open his eyes, but they felt like lead weights.
'Mr. Evans, wake up.'
Less muffled that time, but still warbly. It was quiet again for what felt like a few moments but when he heard the voice again, it was much clearer.
'It's time to wake up, Mr. Evans.'
He felt his hand connect with his mouth as he struggled to open his eyes again. It was bright, painfully so. The voice seemed attached to a woman who was standing next to the bed. Blinking, he tried to point to his mouth. God he was thirsty. His throat was parched and he scratched at it. Kyle tried to swallow but found he couldn't even work up any saliva. Water. He needed it badly.
So he found it odd that when he opened his mouth to ask for it, he said instead, 'Nova, I need Nova.'
Doctor
18 years ago
Dr. Lanier picked up the chart from the side table and noted Kyle’s vitals, lifting up the blanket to take his pulse and pressure. She frowned as she moved to put the blanket back, her fingers catching on something, and flipped the corner again to see what it was.
‘The hell?’
A small smiley face sticker was stuck to the fabric. With a little tug, she pulled it off and stuck it to her name tag, wondering where it came from. Then Kyle began to stir and she forgot the matter entirely, instead leaning forward and crinkling her forehead.
“Mr. Evans?”
He was, it seemed, waking up, and she called his name again before he could fall back into a natural sleep. She had to lean even closer to hear what he was saying, though she backed up once she realized, a somewhat phony grin plastered to her face.
“She just stepped out for a minute. I’m sure she’ll be back.”
That said, she pulled the stethoscope around her neck and leaned down again.
“Now if you’ll just take a deep breath…”
‘The hell?’
A small smiley face sticker was stuck to the fabric. With a little tug, she pulled it off and stuck it to her name tag, wondering where it came from. Then Kyle began to stir and she forgot the matter entirely, instead leaning forward and crinkling her forehead.
“Mr. Evans?”
He was, it seemed, waking up, and she called his name again before he could fall back into a natural sleep. She had to lean even closer to hear what he was saying, though she backed up once she realized, a somewhat phony grin plastered to her face.
“She just stepped out for a minute. I’m sure she’ll be back.”
That said, she pulled the stethoscope around her neck and leaned down again.
“Now if you’ll just take a deep breath…”
Nova
18 years ago
Nova paced the waiting room until the front desk paged her to let her know the food had arrived, and by the time she took the elevator ride, styrofoam box in hand, back up to the medical ward she was feeling considerably brighter. It was sort of funny, really. Getting all worked up over some stupid blonde. Well, not entirely stupid probably, she’d gone through med school after all, but still.
She gave the door a knock before coming inside Kyle’s room and craned her neck around the doctor to see if Kyle was awake. With a smile and a wink, she set the food down on the tray and then turned to give the doctor a piercing stare. She could have put the blonde in her place and just told her to leave, but she was feeling a little more magnanimous now that she’d cooled off and figured she should probably let her do her job.
“Hey sleepyhead. Good dreams?”
She gave the door a knock before coming inside Kyle’s room and craned her neck around the doctor to see if Kyle was awake. With a smile and a wink, she set the food down on the tray and then turned to give the doctor a piercing stare. She could have put the blonde in her place and just told her to leave, but she was feeling a little more magnanimous now that she’d cooled off and figured she should probably let her do her job.
“Hey sleepyhead. Good dreams?”
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
The woman was touching his chest with something extremely cold. Rubbing his eye, he ignored the woman as she did her business. With a sigh he closed his eyes again, waiting for the doctor to be done. Kyle tried to fall back asleep but the annoying cold bit of metal on his chest was preventing him from doing so. His mood soured.
His eyes half closed, Kyle looked up as the door swung open. He'd recognize that swagger anywhere.
He eyed the styrofoam box and realized he was starving. Kyle felt a smile warm his face as he shifted his position on the bed, turning his head to face Nova.
'You again? What poison did you bring me?' He was happy to see her, much to his confusion. And oddly enough, he was fairly certain she was happy to see him as well.
His eyes half closed, Kyle looked up as the door swung open. He'd recognize that swagger anywhere.
"Hey sleepyhead. Good dreams?"Â?
He eyed the styrofoam box and realized he was starving. Kyle felt a smile warm his face as he shifted his position on the bed, turning his head to face Nova.
'You again? What poison did you bring me?' He was happy to see her, much to his confusion. And oddly enough, he was fairly certain she was happy to see him as well.
Doctor
18 years ago
Dr. Lanier finally finished her poking and prodding and made the appropriate notes on her chart, studiously ignoring Nova’s stare and shooting Kyle a simpering sort of look.
“You’re looking good.” She grinned a little, still ignoring Nova completely. “Pressure is still a little bit on the high side but that’s normal.”
With that, she picked up her things and gave Kyle a little wave, deciding that she could flirt with him when there wasn’t some wench hanging around.
“You’re looking good.” She grinned a little, still ignoring Nova completely. “Pressure is still a little bit on the high side but that’s normal.”
With that, she picked up her things and gave Kyle a little wave, deciding that she could flirt with him when there wasn’t some wench hanging around.
Nova
18 years ago
Nova smirked a little and opened the Styrofoam box, revealing a New York strip steak and potatoes inside. She paused in the act of moving everything to a tray to roll her eyes in open disgust at the doctor’s behavior, but her scowl deepened when she noticed a smiley face sticker on the plastic nametag.
Bitch stole my sticker!
She continued to glare daggers until the doctor left, then turned back to Kyle with a falsely bright smile.
“Food time. We’re taking a field trip after this.”
She gave the tray a little nudge so Kyle could reach it and plopped down on the foot of the bed, wondering how the reporter would take the news. “Simon wants to see you.”
Bitch stole my sticker!
She continued to glare daggers until the doctor left, then turned back to Kyle with a falsely bright smile.
“Food time. We’re taking a field trip after this.”
She gave the tray a little nudge so Kyle could reach it and plopped down on the foot of the bed, wondering how the reporter would take the news. “Simon wants to see you.”
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
Kyle's stomach growled rather loudly as he reached for the food. He stopped midway when Nova dropped her bomb.
With a defeated sigh, Kyle picked up his fork and knife, poised over his steak. 'Is this where I get threatened never to speak a word of what's happened or I'll end up face down, drained of blood in a new gutter somewhere?' He gave her a rather lack luster smile. 'Just checking so I know to get my hair cut.'
Kyle cut a piece of the steak and happily chomped down on it. His eyes rolled into the back of his head from sheer delight. He quickly followed his mouthful of cow with some potato and he giggled happily.
'Keep the fancy meals coming, baby. I'll marry you yet.' He laughed and added, 'Oh and don't worry about that doctor, she's not my type,' then gave Nova a rather lecherous looking wink.
With a defeated sigh, Kyle picked up his fork and knife, poised over his steak. 'Is this where I get threatened never to speak a word of what's happened or I'll end up face down, drained of blood in a new gutter somewhere?' He gave her a rather lack luster smile. 'Just checking so I know to get my hair cut.'
Kyle cut a piece of the steak and happily chomped down on it. His eyes rolled into the back of his head from sheer delight. He quickly followed his mouthful of cow with some potato and he giggled happily.
'Keep the fancy meals coming, baby. I'll marry you yet.' He laughed and added, 'Oh and don't worry about that doctor, she's not my type,' then gave Nova a rather lecherous looking wink.
Nova
18 years ago
Nova smirked at Kyle’s question, rolling her shoulders in a shrug.
“Thought I already did that…”
Deciding that she could be a little more decent about the whole thing, she added in her thoughts. “Seriously though, I think he had something to run by you. He’s the one who said not to mess with you, after all, I don’t think he’s wanting to disembowel you or anything just yet.”
With that comforting sentiment, she grabbed the steak knife Kyle had just set down and speared a potato with it, pulling it off the utensil with her teeth before setting it back down and chewing with a thoughtful expression.
“Really, I don’t know what he has in mind. But he asked me to bring you by the domicile, which is kind of a big deal for a human.” She shrugged again, not really expecting Kyle to feel especially honored by the invite. “Don’t think you need a hair cut or anything, and I brought some clothes that should work.”
She snorted at Kyle’s apparent appreciation of the meal, finding it was too over the top to annoy her as much as it should have.
“Gah, the ‘m’ word, bite your tongue!” She tilted her head to one side. “Blonde and leggy ‘isn’t your type’? And here I was thinking ‘has a pulse’ would be the extent of your standards.” She followed this with a light kick, more a nudge than anything else. “Anyway, she’s clearly a bad evil person who’s thinking more about getting into your pants and stealing stickers than her professional duties. I’m just looking out for you is all.”
“Thought I already did that…”
Deciding that she could be a little more decent about the whole thing, she added in her thoughts. “Seriously though, I think he had something to run by you. He’s the one who said not to mess with you, after all, I don’t think he’s wanting to disembowel you or anything just yet.”
With that comforting sentiment, she grabbed the steak knife Kyle had just set down and speared a potato with it, pulling it off the utensil with her teeth before setting it back down and chewing with a thoughtful expression.
“Really, I don’t know what he has in mind. But he asked me to bring you by the domicile, which is kind of a big deal for a human.” She shrugged again, not really expecting Kyle to feel especially honored by the invite. “Don’t think you need a hair cut or anything, and I brought some clothes that should work.”
She snorted at Kyle’s apparent appreciation of the meal, finding it was too over the top to annoy her as much as it should have.
“Gah, the ‘m’ word, bite your tongue!” She tilted her head to one side. “Blonde and leggy ‘isn’t your type’? And here I was thinking ‘has a pulse’ would be the extent of your standards.” She followed this with a light kick, more a nudge than anything else. “Anyway, she’s clearly a bad evil person who’s thinking more about getting into your pants and stealing stickers than her professional duties. I’m just looking out for you is all.”
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
Kyle raised his eyebrow at Nova's response about threats and Simon. 'The Domicile? Do you realize just how ghetto chic that actually sounds?' He snorted and then tried to stab her hand with his fork as she took one of his potatoes.
Nova's intense dislike for terms connected with being in a relationship made him grin. Whoever it was that burned her, did it pretty deep. He gave her an appraising look.
'Nah,' he said. He speared a potato and offered it to her with a side look. 'She's not my type at all.' Kyle rubbed his nose with his other hand. 'I appreciate your type,' he was going to add the type that looks out for him, but he left it open, just to see what she'd say, if anything.
Plus there was a part of him that really wanted to know, but he'd deny it if asked!
Nova's intense dislike for terms connected with being in a relationship made him grin. Whoever it was that burned her, did it pretty deep. He gave her an appraising look.
'Nah,' he said. He speared a potato and offered it to her with a side look. 'She's not my type at all.' Kyle rubbed his nose with his other hand. 'I appreciate your type,' he was going to add the type that looks out for him, but he left it open, just to see what she'd say, if anything.
Plus there was a part of him that really wanted to know, but he'd deny it if asked!