Rebecca stopped in the living room of the warm house and shifted. Human again, she stood, carefully since she hadn't been on two feet in a while. She wanted to be certain she wasn't unsteady on her feet. She once again ignored the fact that neither of them had any clothing. Among the Kitsune, noticing such a thing was rude unless the other person wanted you to notice. 

The man came inside behind her and closed the door. "If you'll follow me, I'll show you the bathroom where you can take that bath." He lead the way down the short hall. "I'll dig up something for you to wear when you get done, though I can't guarantee they'll fit." 

"That's fine, any clothes you can find for me will be better than the nothing I have now." She watched the muscles move in his back, butt and legs while she followed close behind. I'd like to get my hands on those. She shook her head, wondering where such thoughts came from.

"The bathroom's right here." He opened a door on the right side of the hall. "Towels are on the shelf, the drawer on the right should have some new toothbrushes and razors if you'd like." He pointed to things as he named them.

"Thank you," she said, stepping past him into the bathroom, a blush heating her face at the direction her thoughts had taken. 

"I'll put the clothes on the bed in the room next door for you. It's a guest room and no one's using it right now, so make yourself at home."

"I don't even know your name," She said shyly.

* * *

"I'm Nick Hastings," he said. "My enforcer, the cat who was with us, is Steve Romero, he'll be around later."

"Okay." 

"Take as long as you like, kitten." His voice was kind. "When you're done, come on into the front room. I'm going to go start dinner." He turned and continued down the hall, leaving her alone to bathe. 

After leaving left her alone in the bathroom, Nick dressed and put an old set of sweats on the bed in the guest room before heading into the kitchen. 

Nick found Steve already sitting at the table to one side of the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee. 

"What're you gonna do with her?" Steve asked, his cup paused in mid-air.

"I don't know yet." Nick pulled several items out of the refrigerator and carried them to the counter near the stove.

"You know she's lying right?" 

"You mean about her name? Yes, I'm well aware of that." Nick gave the other man an exasperated look. He put the pot he'd pulled out of the fridge onto the stove and turned on the burner under it. "But she wasn't lying about leaving her Chanat, nor about not being willing to go back."

"No, I believe she's quite serious about that part."

"She's gonna be hesitant to trust us, and honestly? She has no reason to," Nick mused as he worked. "I hope I can convince her to tell me what's going on. There's something about her. I just couldn't leave her out there."

"I just hope you're humanitarianism doesn't come back to bite us in the ass," Steve didn't bother to hide his cynicism.

"I'm almost certain it will. The question here isn't if it will, but rather will it be worth it?" Nick said. 

Steve remained silent, considering his Khan’s words.