Arlia's face turned red when Nigel mentioned about her home. She gulped and shuddered again before finally calming down and shaking her head. "No, I should be able to head home on my own, but thank you for your offer," she replied. In their moments of silence, the auburn-haired woman took a closer look on Nigel. His accent was already a turn-on for her when they first met, but she didn't expect him to put any attention to her beyond the minimal needed for the success of their joint operation. Pulled by an unseen attraction, she slowly began to move towards him, then crouched to look at him at eye level. "What about you? Why are you so concerned about myself when you are in no better shape than I am?" she asked, sounding like a curious child than the flirty woman she showed herself to be.