"Hmmm... well I've had dreams about being raped on campus by inhuman things but... I keep waking up in the infirmary fully dressed in my oversized uniform clean like it never happened... are you telling me it's actually real? I haven't just been dreaming and having my night terrors as usual?"
she gulpped slightly looking at elise rather worried thinking about her uniform.
"But, my uniform isn't some pornstar thing, it's like two sizes too big for me... guess they thought they couldn't get away with accidentilly giving the smallest girl in school a uniform too small than the smallest they have."
She took a deep soothing breath for herself eyes shifting to the side then floor then Elise.
"Don't think I was hustled though... I had no other choice... now that you told me this... I'm starting to think my scholarships to other schools were erased by the people here for some reason."

If Michael doesn't take the cigarette, El just keeps dragging harshly on it. "Hn... Sounds like a pretty standard hustle to me, girl. I guess you can gather why I'd prefer not to be caught." She stands, moving to the closet for a change of clothes. The door is closed to a half-open crack behind her. She raises her voice so the other girl can continue to hear her. "If you're going to be a liability to me, that makes you as big a threat to me as any monster, and I'll treat you as such. But if you prove yourself to me, I may be able to find more work for you, and work means a chance at protection, and a chance at escape." Cigarette smoke trails from the closet, the sound of rustling clothes.

"Yaah guess so, Damn this place and damn my luck for this being my last option... I was supposed to be in yale scholarship disappeared for it and my seven backups."

She huffed once more glancing at the closet sometwhere the urge of peeking in on Elise existed but, the rest of her body was sickened by the idea. Either way she just moved closer to the closet to hear her better. leaning on the wall next to the door. eyes glancing over for a moment subconsciously sneaking a peek at seeing something but, she'd only see wall.

"Liability huh, won't happen will make sure of that; if those dreams are more than dreams hell if I'm going to be a fucking catalyst for getting other women into those damned thing's clutches; though proving myself is going to be a little bit of a situation without my brains girl around without her as I said I'm just big picture and agility."

"Yeah. Girls got to stick together in this place. But most of them are just vapid sluts. Hopping from one bed to another, pretending these things aren't out there. I think they pick cartloads of stupids ones and then just drop a few cunning girls into the mix. Not enough for us to tip the balance, but something a little more challenging for the monsters who want to ride the black diamond slopes without the risk." Mike leans towards the closet to peek and gets the door promptly slammed into her face. Elise is changing, but she's also checking her inventory, making sure this girl isn't trying to pull the wool over her eyes. "It's not just brains I'm looking for anyhow. I need nimble feet, nimble fingers, ears that can hear, noses that can smell, and girls who don't mind getting their noses dirty." She steps back out, barefoot still. Cargo pants and a black tank, brow quizzically angled at Sly. "Standing awful close arentcha?"

"Just keeping my own interests at heart such as not being raped never know since it sounds like these things are real, I've had 'dreams'' of them taking human shapes. Just wanted to make sure you weren't pulling the wool over my eyes. That and I was having a bit of a tough time hearing you."

90% honesty was more than enough and was the most anyone ever got from her unless it was one of her two trusted friends. She looked over Elise and shrugged.

"Sounds good to me I'll just have to prove myself huh."

Elise probably found nothing missing except perhaps some dust and dirt or cobwebs Michael had been so kind as to clean out from the less used inventory.

"You're not upset that I wasn't trying to sneak a peek at your non-existant ass are you?"

she huffed slightly only having said it to get a reaction, taunting was always a goodfew moments of entertainment.

She moves in front of the mirror. Scooping up the aforementioned split-ended brush on the way. She rolls her eyes at the mirror as she starts brushing out her damp hair. She likes it long like this, but it's a helluva time to get dry, and tangles like crazy. "Hah! Right.... Don't flatter yourself girl. It's not an attractive quality, and you'll only end up disappointed."

"Not a sense of humor anywhere in that toothpick you call a body huh?"

she commented slimply looking at the mess she had of hair shaking her head.

"And that's exactly why I keep my hair shoulder length, not a pain in my ass to fix and doesn't get grabbed so easily when you're making a get away."

she laughed slightly waiting to see how she reacted to being called a toothpick.

A snort. "Girl, I'm just brimming with humor. I've been laughing on the inside since the second I saw you." She flicks strands of hair from her eyes, brushing the hair back behind her ears. It nearly immediately tumbles back into her face. She smirks in the mirror. Damn I'm cute the expression seems to say. Her nose is wrinkled as her eyes turn to Michael's reflection. "'Fit' is the word you're looking for. I'm like a fine tuned European sports car. Sleek. Sporty. All the excess bells and whistles stripped away. Built for speed." She resumes brushing back her hair. "Then again, you're one to talk, aren't you, field mouse?"

"Field mouse I take that as a compliment they're some of nature's greatest theives. At least my proportions are perfect for my height I don't look anorexic like some people in this room right now."

She grinned slightly quite enjoying the exchange they were having right now.

"Yeah fine tuned european sports car; kinda like a spoiled brat then sure you're in the right buisness rather than on the internet behind some nightvision fucking for the camera?"

She could use the word with ease. she leaned back against the wall smirking silently laughing to herself at what she assumed was going to be her next sentence.

"You're proportioned alright. Proportioned just like a twelve year old boy with a fixation for wearing dresses. Your body's just every pedophile's dream, isn't it Sly?" Pink lips are a wry twist. Her dark brow is raised, a calligraphic mountain peak, eye a calm lagoon. She smooths the halter over her toned stomach, examines herself in the mirror, legs together, fingers laced behind her back. Her lips press together tightly, her voice even and measured, smooth silk over tense corners. "I'd be very careful with my words there, mousy. For a girl with as many sexual hang-ups as you have, you're pretty quick to go slinging accusations of sluttiness, aren't you?"

She crossed her arms under her chest with a bit of a chuckle.
"Word of advice, don't make bust jokes when the girl you're making jokes about had the same size bust as you. Afraid the hourglass figure is a bit to adult for most pedophiles "
She'd laugh a bit more heavily.
"As for my hang ups, I'm a germaphobe not a fear of sex just germs and the filth associsated with sex, way too many body fluids for my liking."

"So you're not afraid of sex. You're just afraid of everything about sex." Eyes are slits, not absolutely pissed, but warning. "But don't worry. I won't hold it against you. If I were a psych major, I'd probably say you're a closeted little lezzie looking for attention the only way you know how - like the stupid little boy who tugs on the pigtails of the girl he likes. But I'm not. So I'll just assume you're as stupid as you look, and you can't tell where the line in the sand is. So I'll give you fair warning. You aren't toeing the line, dear. You've tripped over it and busted your head on a beach rock."

"You take things too seriously ya know that?"

She retorted honestly taking a relaxed breath sighing softly.

"Hey if you don't want me to consider you a friend in this place I guess I'll stop I find ribbing on people a sign of friendship; kind of gets rid of any anger you might have, Hell I know it cooled me off already."

She sat on that bed again taking a deep breath ankle now restig on knee elbow on calf.

"Already a diagnosed Germaphobe Lot of them exist I'm just not the worst of em."

"Yeah, well there's a difference between ribbing and open insults." She flashes her teeth at the mirror. Hm. Does she need to brush? "and to be perfectly honest, you haven't earned my friendship yet. As far as I'm concerned, girl comes into my room, tries to steal my things, then turns around calling me a slut, that's not joking. That's hostility. I've got plenty of humor, girl. But humor is wit, and you've already admitted it.... You're pretty witless, right?" A shake of her head. Hair tumbles back into her face, veiling her hair. She sighs. "Look. You've got a lot to learn."

"I'm eightteen and grew up in a house where the common dinner talk was about the contents of a cadaver's stomach wasn't calling you a slut anyway, I was calling you a spoiled little rich girl in the vain of paris hilton there's a bit of a difference."

She offered honestly sighing lightly nodding

"I'm not very social a person I'll admit that but, wit I have just not organization or vocabulary to make it sound right. common sense I think that's it, all the wit in the world doesn't make up for lack of book smarts and common sense."