[ Vi stands corrected, this girl is ballsy. The way she's honed in on her fist tells Vi that she knows exactly what that's there for and isn't shying away from the possibility of getting decked. But she's talking...

'one of those diplomatic types.'

Vi shrugs and drops the kaftan-thing on to the display of t-shirts, not bothering to explain or apologise for her rational. ]

Uhh, how would I know that? Woke up sleeping in a bed I definitely didn't tuck myself into. Might have been here for days. Weeks? Can't say.

[ Vi turns to face Alex head on, slipping her beat up and busted hands into her jacket pockets. Her emotional space turns quickly confrontational, not because she has any beef with this stranger, but more because that's the only way she knows how to get answers of any sort. ]

Maybe you would be a better person to answer that. You seem really cozy in here. Right at home.