[b][h2][center]Jeanne Croft[/center][/h2][/b] [@Bee][@Fabricant451] [hr] "Thats good." Jeanne smiled. Accidentally causing someone to break something would be a [i]fantastic[/i] way to start off her Sunday morning, that was for sure. As for where she lived... Well, she supposed it was the same complex, not like she would be super safe if the lady was some kind of rapist... Even though Jeanne was pretty sure she wouldn't mind that considering how little she had been getting any this past... Well, this past [i]whole of her life.[/i] "Yeah, I'm just in 4G. It's ah, one of the singles." She stuck her hand out again, this time not to help her up but to greet her, when she saw a familiar slob walk out of her room and shuffle along. Verne. Since when was Verne up before 11 on a Sunday? And more importantly, when did she [i]leave her room?[/i] The scientist knew it was weird for neat-freak her to be friends with Vern, but even she had to admit that sitting in a room being so intimately comfortable with yourself was pretty nice. Sometimes she envied the other girl for being able to not have the urge to immediately wash everything up, and then she remembered that she only [i]visited[/i] 4A, and didn't spend her actual life there. Whew, that was a kinda long thought, and here she was standing awkwardly. Waving her friend over, and hoping this new girl didn't get freaked out by her, she smacked herself on her head once her hand was shaken. "My bad, I didn't even give you my name. Jeanne. Jeanne Croft."