“Do you get shot at a lot?”

“No.” I replied, wondering where she was going with this. The pounding in my head still hadn’t reduced one bit.

“How then do you...” Aria paused before shaking her head. “Never mind. Just that I need something else to wear apart from your shirt. I mean, it’s huge and very comfortable but I’m hungry and your brother is nice enough to invite me to come eat, I can’t go back downstairs like this... it would look like we’re sleeping with each other, when we’re not.”

“We’re not?” I asked, glancing up from the clean shirt I was unfolding.

“Yes, we’re not. Or, are...