[center][h3][color=f26522]Acacia 'Ace' Malikova[/color][/h3][/center]

Couldn't help but emit a light chuckle in humor alongside a disgusted face at the mess made, as she watched the young red-heads reaction to the liquor he attempted to drink. "[color=f26522]It's not for everyone, no,[/color]" she'd comment lightly as she'd wipe away the slowly drying liquid that had descended her cheeks from the recently ended '[i]procedure[/i]'. Glancing down towards the spilled vodka, both that spat and  that straight from the bottle, as Ryan began wandering off, she'd huff, "[color=f26522]I do hope you plan on cleaning that up also.[/color]"

Light hues trailed after the mans actions as he headed for the couch and sprawled out upon it, and as he asked the question she'd just shrug, "[color=f26522]I don't really do anything. I live out here alone, and I usually find ways to get money for the supplies I need... Though what I buy normally lasts a decent length of time,[/color]" she'd begin saying, though now her curiosity piqued and she would gradually shuffle to the edge of the counter.

Both legs now dangling off its edge as hands propped her form upwards while she leaned forward slightly to see past the fridge, "[color=f26522]What about you, what do you do?[/color]" she'd ask, the Russian accent clinging to each word as she watched him.