leaning against the kitchen counter, looking through a flyer. She's wearing a short flared skirt and a loose tank top - thin material, hair slightly wavy. Hearing footsteps, she looks up

Oh. You're here.

rolls her eyes, goes back to the flyer. After a moment, quietly, as if to herself

Three days... I don't know how I'll survive this with you under one roof.

glances at you out of the corner of her eye, adjusts a strap that has slipped slightly, unhurriedly

Well, what are you staring at? Is my life that boring or what?

Julka