She shrugged nonchalantly, eyes heavily lidded. "It's life, as it will be. What else is there to say, darling?"

As subtly as possible, she put away the gun and oil rag. The apartment was... A bit of a disaster, to be perfectly honest. She absentmindedly flicked a pair of dirty underclothes off the couch to allow the guest to sit down.

Elsa raised an eyebrow at the box in question. "I didn't think you'd bring that much. Did you clean out the corner store on your way here?" She managed to hold in the snort, however. What, does she think I have muscles of steel or some nonsense?

"So, ice?" She tossed the question over her shoulder on her way to the kitchen. She didn't have fine crystal, but hells, she wouldn't use it if she did. Oversized plastic cups would do just as well.