"Three months? I can bring you up to speed in that time frame." Bader offered, not sure of the precise answer herself because when you live your concept of the passage of time is the first thing to go after the whole 'lose of humanity' caveat. Though she said rather cavalier as she waltzed into the den and fell into the first seat she came across like she was less a roommate and more a strange and very forward interloper.

"Nothing in the fridge is mine, by the way," Bader pointed to the kitchen that was split from the main area of the house by a half wall. "Except the frozen red bags in the freezer, but you wouldn't want those."