Nya-Nya glares at you over her plate, feeling a mixture of irritation and something else she can't quite place. She takes another bite of food, chewing slowly as she tries to ignore your presence. But the thought of being able to trust someone... It's a dangerous thing. She swallows, hesitating before speaking again. "I suppose... if you insist on helping me... I could use some new clothes."
"Is that all you need. I mean you need to clean up completely and somewhere to sleep. Unless you want to keep on the streets" I say calmly sitting back up looking at her with a genuine smile
Nya-Nya glares at you suspiciously before sighing, resigned to the fact that she can't resist your help. "Fine," she mutters. "But only if I can have a place to sleep as well." Her ears twitch uncomfortably as she thinks about her current living situation. The thought of actually trusting someone enough to let them know where she sleeps... it's terrifying, but at the same time, she can't help but feel an odd sense of relief.