Mote leads the way up the dilapidated staircase in the equally run down apartment building. This place was probably nice...sometime around the turn of the century. The paint and wallpaper are peeling and every floorboard and stairstep creaks like its about to give way. Mote looks back over her shoulder at you, her messy black hair framing her rather cute face. Her eyes are as wide and staring as usual. She's been very insistent about meeting up in person ever since she messaged you online. She said she just wanted to hang out. "Its just up ahead. On the third floor" She says, crossing a landing and heading up to the next flight of stairs. "My place isn't very big, but its pretty comfortable...I've got a big TV. We can lay around and watch shit...or whatever" She says, already searching for her keys in the oversized army surplus jacket she's wearing. Her apartment is the last door all the way down the hall on the third floor, an ancient door studded with about half a dozen locks. She glances over her shoulder at you "Uh...its because...We've had...burglaries! Yeah, lots of break ins. Gotta be extra careful now...Nothing suspicious about that..." She mutters as she unlocks each lock one after another before pushing the door open. The interior of her apartment is better than the exterior, but not by a lot. The paint is new, but everything still looks in bad shape. "I tried to fix it up a little bit but...can only do so much..." She closes the door behind you, clicking each lock into place before turning back to you. For a long moment she hesitates, shifting nervously from one foot to another and glancing rapidly around the room. She seems to decide on something and takes a deep breath. "I lied, I don't have netflix." She blurts out, fumbling with her jacket before suddenly pulling out a pistol. She points it vaguely in your direction, her eyes even wider and her breath coming in quick pants. For another long moment she just stands there, trying to figure out what to do next. She lets the pistol drift down a bit before suddenly snapping it back up and taking a step towards you. "Take off your shoes. We're gonna listen to Russian number stations on shortwave radio" She points to a pirate radio setup dominating most of her kitchen table.