>"I guess you can call me Tses if you want."

"Well Tses, it is nice to meet you." Richard said smiling.

>"Life is a street kid is like... I don't know. Lawless. And like, privileges. Society doesn't give you anything, but it doesn't expect anything. So it works both ways."

Tses seemed to like shrugging a lot. It appeared to Richard that at some point in her past Tses had been hurt and hence had closed up herself, made herself distanced and aloof from anything that might hurt her again. Then again living on the streets and having to fight for a living probably would not help. She did not want pity nor would Richard offer any. He respected her too much for that. He suspected that she would not easily accept any offers of help, who knew she may even be too stubborn to ask for it. Then again she hardly knew him and probably did not trust nor was she likely to trust many people. Richard wondered what she would think of his house.

They got off at his stop. "Welcome to my humble home." Said Richard as he unlocked the door to his house. "Feel free to make yourself at home, if you are hungry feel free to raid the fridge. I have plenty of food there. My workshop is this way." He said leading the way down to the basement where there was a well equipped electronics shop, organized in a neat and tidy fashion. Well the tools were neatly put away, the cork boards and whiteboards on the walls were filled with equations and designs and short snippets of code and what not.

At some point during the bus ride Tses wondered why she was still tagging along. On the one hand, it was probably a good thing she had. If anyone on the police force recognized her at this point they may pick up on some of her usual escape routes: rooftop, back alleys, twisty turning escapes. Taking public transit? Not her usual style. She hated feeling predictable though, so she stayed on the bus. Getting off at the same stop as her new aquaintance was more out of curiosity than anything else. After all, he did still have the stolen merch with him.

The house they eventually ended up at was decent for the city. Considering an apartment here seemed to take an organ donation to pay for, anything with more than one room always felt spacious. She was back on the streets currently, so anything with a roof was pretty decent actually. She snooped as she walked, bolder than most women would be wandering into a strangers home. The ability to walk through walls was a big factor in that though. If anything, she was more reckless lately. Escapes were endlessly available so long as she didn't overuse her powers.

"Not a bad set-up," Tses found herself commenting as she looked over the workspace. She jabbed a thumb at some of the coding. "This is more my avenue though. The general tinkering, fixing things stuff. Meh. Explosive powers and repairing stuff never did really feel 'compatible'." She snarked.