At first, she just keeps throwing up, but she casts a fuzzy glare in his direction anyway. There's no recognition there, not at first, even though she watches the network obsessively. It's not like she has anything better to do.

"Well fuck you too--" she wipes her mouth with the back of her mouth, about to launch into--who even fucking knows, she doesn't, some bullshit speech she is so sick of, defiance she spits on reflex even though it weighs her down and just feels like Nikolai would smack her again and that's the thing, right? That maybe if she's stupid enough he comes back just to say how stupid she is.

She made the motherfucker a lighter and he fucking disappears.

But then she recognizes him, vaguely, because he's attached to Nill, and Nill is a good kid. One of those she's assigned herself to watching, except she saw this guy and decided that was one less thing to worry about. Nill will be fine.

"You're Nill's guy," she says, and then glances at the mess in the sink. How much does she like that kid? She decides--enough. She likes her enough. "I'll clean it up. 'M sorry. Want me to fuck off after so you can--whatev?"