Felix hadn't gotten much sleep at all. The previous night was spent tossing and turning, and trying not to fret over the fact that he may have made Tamora uncomfortable in some way. Eventually though, he managed to get to sleep, and hadn't been awoken until the next morning by the ringing of the phone.

"M'hello?" He asked, reaching up and rubbing his eye.

"Felix," came the voice of Gene, "I need you to check out a burst pipe. Some of the folks up on 7th were complaining that water was leaking down from their ceiling." He explained.

"Oh – um, alright." The handyman stifled a yawn, and glanced over at the clock on the wall to see that it read 9:30am. Oh, he had definitely overslept. "Which room is it?"

"Mm, according to the floor plan… It'd be 709."

Felix's face fell. " – Alright Gene, I can fix it." He told the other man, who just chuckled and said his goodbyes before hanging up. Felix let his head fall back slightly and sighed. After the way she had reacted the previous night, combined with the fact that the woman seemed to absolutely detest the unexpected – he really didn't want to go up there.

Though there wasn't much he could do about it, he supposed. Duty called. So with another sigh, he went back into his room and began getting ready for work.

Felix slowly climbed the stairs leading up to the 7th floor. He had opted to not take the elevator, if only for the simple fact that that stairs would give him an excuse to stall. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the list of all the various tasks he had to do, and fought back an uncomfortable groan.

Surely there could have been something on the list that could be fulfilled before this one.

But no… a burst pipe was pretty serious; and if people were already complaining about it, then it needed to be fixed as soon as possible, or there could be the risk of developing more serious problems later on.

Eventually, he reached the 7th floor and opened the door leading from the stairwell into the hall, clutching a small toolbox at his side. He did /not/ want to do this. But he knew exactly what his father would say if he found out he wasn't doing his duty, just because he felt a little uncomfortable. So, steeling himself, he made his way down the hall and approached the door. Taking a deep breath, and knocking on it.

Despite being on hiatus, her military internal clock was still running, much to her displeasure. She hadn't slept well the previous night, and it didn't help that she wasn't a morning person anyway. Waking up at the crack of dawn was one thing, but then her things had arrived and she had to direct two buffoons to bring her things up to the right place. She was glad she didn't have a lot to bring in.

By the time 9:00 rolled around they had brought everything in and paced the main furniture in the desired locations. Having a bed now, though it had no sheets on it yet she rolled her sleeping bag up and placed it on top of the bed temporarily until she put everything away.

She wasn't expecting anyone to stop by, so her hair was still tussled from earlier and though she wasn't one to get 'dolled up' she didn't have the small amount of makeup on that she usually did.

Calhoun had started sorting the boxes out to where they needed to go, which wouldn't take long. There was at most 10 boxes total. She almost dropped one when someone knocked, turning to the door her eyes narrowed slightly. Did one of the movers forget something? Setting the box down on the small stack in front of her and moved to the door.

He waited a moment nervously, looking around the walls that he had seen countless times before until the unmistakable sound of the doorknob being turned and his line of vision snapped in front of him.

Unlocking the door she left the chain lock intact as she opened the door a few inches. She looked out at her height, but her eyes were soon directed lower as she saw the handyman before her. A slight frown crossed her features as she recalled last night. "…Fix it?" Why would he be here? "Need something?"

To his surprise, the door didn't open all the way – it wasn't often that the people in the apartments weren't completely welcoming, but he supposed it made sense for Tamora– it only threw him off for a moment though, and he cleared his throat and swallowed his nervousness to speak.

"Morning, ma'am." He greeted, attempting a smile, "Sorry to bother you. But, I got a call about a pipe bursting…" he said sheepishly, holding up his toolbox a little, "Mind if I come in and have a look?"

She didn't hesitate long, looking down at him for but a moment before she shut the door again. She didn't particularly feel like dealing with more possible trigger words, but being a handyman she knew he had a job to do. Not to mention she didn't need to fall through her floor from water damage.

Running her hand through her hair she sighed slightly before unlocking the chain and opening the door as she stepped to the side. Calhoun wore a set of black cavies, tight pants that reached her mid calf and another simple wife beater though this one was white. Even with her things moved in, there wasn't much to what she had. A simple loveseat, beige sat in the middle of the living room, a bookshelf against the back wall along with about 10 boxes of thing next to it.

She stood aside to allow him in, motioning slightly with her hand. "Do what you need to do."

Giving her a curt nod, he shuffled past her and into the room. He walked with quickened steps further into the room, and it was then that he realized he had no idea exactly /where/ the burst pipe was; and he inwardly cursed himself for not asking Gene where the other tenant had been complaining of a leak.

Oh well, he supposed he'd just have to look for it. Despite how intrusive he felt at that moment.

He checked the bathroom, and after a few minutes of poking around determined that nothing was wrong; so he moved onto the kitchen, and that's where he found the problem. There was water quite clearly pooling at the back of the cupboard and running down the wall; and after a quick inspection, he determined that a small bit of corrosion on the pipe was the cause of the problem.

"Well, I see the problem – but I think I'm going to have to turn the water off before I can fix it properly…" He told her, pushing himself out from under the sink and rubbing his arm nervously. He knew that she probably wanted to be left alone to settle in, and his constant pestering of her was probably not helping her much.

Closing the door behind him, she stayed out of his way. She knew nothing about fixing things so she just left him be though kept a close eye on him. Leaning against the wall beside the kitchen as she watched him tackle the task at hand, he didn't seem to know where it was at first. When he figured it out she nodded slightly. "…Alright. Can you turn it off from here?"

"No, I'll have to go down to the basement." He explained, pushing himself back up into a standing position. At least leaving to turn off the water would get him out of her hair, even if only for a moment. He made his way back to the door, perhaps moving a little more quickly than he should have and turned back to look at her. "It'll only take a moment thought." He said, stepping back out in hall, and making his way towards the stairs again.

"Alright. Door will be unlocked." She watched as he left, rolling her shoulders slightly to relax her body once he's left to release tension she didn't realize she had. She could tell he was nervous around her still and after yesterday she wasn't at all surprised.

Knowing she wasn't the most pleasant and open person to be around she knew he was just here to fix the pipe. There was something about the handyman though that intrigued her. She didn't know what it was, and she would deny it if someone asked her about it but she had liked spending time with him, she had actually felt herself…relaxing. Before he called her that phrase that is.

After he left she found herself pacing in thought. She should say something to him; he didn't know what his words had done to make her memories come back. Realizing she was pacing after a few passes she scowled before sitting down on the loveseat, tucking her feet under herself.

He made his way down to the basement with uneasiness tugging at his stomach. He didn't know how this pipe had been allowed to get into that condition, but it was causing him more tension than he'd care to admit. The room had been vacant for so long, he supposed.

Reaching the basement, he unlocked the door leading to the maintenance room and turned the valve that controlled the building's water. He would have to be quick so that he didn't inconvenience too many people, but getting in and out of there as quickly as possibly was fine by him.

He decided to take the elevator this time, and in no time it let him off at the 8th floor again; where he quickly made his way back to her room. Hesitating for only a moment, he pushed the door open and smiled at her for a moment before heading back to the sink.

Kneeling back down on the ground again, he flipped open his tool box and took out a tube of sealant – and more than happy to see that the temporary turning off of the water had stopped the leak, he was able to patch the corroded areas. After he was satisfied with it, he pulled back again and looked at her.

"That should do it, ma'am." He told her, still trying to hide his nervousness. "I'd ask ya not to use that sink for a couple hours, until the sealant dries completely; and I'll be sure to get a replacement pipe so we don't have this problem again anytime soon." He told her, closing his toolbox back up again and standing up. "I'll get outta your hair now." He gave her an awkward smile and pointed over his shoulder at her door.

When he came back in, she rested her arm over the back of the couch, watching him work quietly. As he stood though she looked away in an attempt to look like she hadn't been staring. What was wrong with her? He was just some guy she met yesterday; this kind of stuff was not something she should be thinking about right now.

Calhoun stood up as he spoke of leaving, nodding her head as she moved over to him. "...Alright. Just let me know when you need to get back in to fix it." She ran a hand though her hair, trying to sooth some of the unease in her body before she continued. "I need to go out, if you're not in too much of a rush, can you tell me the way to the store?"

Felix stopped in the doorway and turned to look back at her at the sound of her voice. He felt a flutter of excitement spread in his chest at the notion of her needing his help further – either that, or she really just needed directions to the store, and he was the most convenient way to get them.

"Oh sure," he grinned, "What were ya looking to buy? There's a grocery store a couple blocks away from Tapper's. If you just keep headin' straight down that street, you'll hit it. There's also a little shopping mall in the other direction. You can get pretty much anything there – oh, and the hardware store is right across from that," he laughed a little, "that one's my favorite."

She couldn't help but smile slightly t his words, he was helpful that was for sure. Though she could have been more specific. "Grocery store is just past Tappers? That's easy enough then."Heading into her bedroom she disappeared for a moment as she grabbed her wallet, cellphone and gun, tucking it into her pants out of sight she headed back in. "..Thanks"

"Anytime," he answered her with a light grin and a tip of his hat. As she headed out, his brow knit together a little in thought, and he decided to let spill the thing that had been plaguing his mind most of the previous night. "Oh, and Miss – if I said something yesterday to offend you, I really didn't mean to," he told her, taking on a more apologetic look and bringing his hands behind his back.

Her sudden departure the night before, though it didn't seem to be affecting her that much now, had certainly left him more than puzzled before; and he couldn't let her leave without clearing his conscience of it.

As they both headed out the door, she moved to lock it behind her only to pause at his words. She didn't turn to look at him right away, a slight frown on her lips. He would try to apologize not even knowing what he did wrong, though she didn't plan on telling him or anyone about her problems. "It's fine. Don't worry about it." Putting her keys back into her pocket she turned to look at him again.

"Really?" Felix blinked in surprise. Judging from her reaction the previous day, he'd say that something must have happened to affect her so greatly. Her expression read that she wasn't exactly happy that the topic was brought up either, and it only made him wonder what exactly had happened. He didn't want to push anything though. "Well that's a relief," he chuckled, bringing his hand up to rest on his head for a moment as he followed after her down the hall. "I coulda sworn I'd said something wrong."

She shook her head as she walked towards the elevator. If he was going to follow after her, not that she particularly found her minding that fact, she had to change the subject. Not needing another episode. "Don't worry about it." She repeated her earlier statement, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye as her longer stride fell to match his for a moment.

Her eyes took in the goofy hat on top of his head. Was that part of his uniform? He had been wearing it yesterday too. With quick hands she reached up to pull it down over his eyes, hoping that would end the unpleasant part of the conversation. Arriving at the elevator she hit the button to go down to the lobby as he recovered.

The handyman felt himself smiling in relief. So she really hadn't minded. Or she had, and she was just being nice. He decided to let the topic go, as it was obvious she no longer cared to speak about it – and simply follow her back down to the lobby.

They arrived in front of the elevator, but before the machine could even sound to signal its arrival, did he feel something swift move to tug his hat down over his eyes. That was one way to turn the conversation. After realizing what had happened, he reached up to reposition his hat and looked at her in surprise from under the brim of it.

By the time he had fixed his hat, she was looking at the elevator door as if she hadn't done anything, but the slight upturn of her lips gave that away. She didn't know what it was about him, but she felt herself relaxing around him, which was something she hadn't been able to do in months, not since it all happened anyway.

That had actually been… playful; and from what he had seen of Tamora so far, she seemed to be far from the playful type. The sudden change in demeanor was more than welcome though, and after he'd composed himself, he grinned back at her with amusement.

Before he knew it, the elevator door slid open to allow the pair access and he entered it with her, hitting the floor for the lobby.

Since he hit the appropriate button she leaned against the back wall of the elevator. Ticking off what she needed to get from the store in her head, she glanced over at him out of the corner of her eye.

Tapping his free hand against his leg absentmindedly, he fumbled in his mind for something he could say to break the awkward silence that had fallen over them. He found himself wanting to spend more time with her; but he couldn't exactly invite himself along with her.

He still had a job to do, after all – but he could also take a little 'break' in order to help out a new tenant, if she were to need it. He still needed to wait for a bunch of supply orders to come in anyways, before he could finish some of the more prominent projects in the apartment.

But no, he was getting ahead of himself. She hadn't even said anything, and he was already fumbling all over himself. So, trying to regain a little composure, he cleared his throat and looked to her with a somewhat nervous smile, "So, what are you buying?" He asked the first thing that came to mind, then inwardly scolded himself – that wasn't any of his business.

She could tell by the way he was fidgeting that he was still nervous, though she wondered what thoughts were passing through his mind. Figuring he just had something to do in the lobby, she didn't think he was following her on purpose. As he cleared his throat though she turned her head to fully look at him, arching a brow slightly at his question.

Shrugging her shoulders slightly, she slipped her hands into her pockets. "Just the basics. I didn't bring any supplies with me." She still spoke in her military lingo, which she figured he wouldn't understand so she elaborated. "I'm just picking up some groceries to get myself stocked up."

"Ohh," he nodded in acknowledgement, as they descended into silence again. He didn't want to risk saying anything foolish again, but he /did/ take note of her own terminology. It was a little different from the folks around here, but she wasn't from around here, so that explained that.

He had no idea of her background before she had moved into the apartment, but judging from the fact that she found the need to carry a gun with her, and she had the best darn reaction time he'd ever seen – it couldn't have been anything mundane.

The elevator doors slid open, and revealed the lobby and Felix exited it after her.

"Well, enjoy your shopping, Ma'am," he grinned a little and lifted his hand to wave at her.

Shopping, now that was something she enjoyed about as much as shooting herself in the foot. Calhoun hated shopping but it was a task that needed to be done. Exiting the elevator she turned to look at him, finding herself a bit reluctant to leave, though this also annoyed her to some extent. Despite what she was told would help her, getting out, making friends and relaxing. She didn't plan to stay here long. Her goal was to be cleared for combat again and go back.

There wasn't time to relax or 'make friends' she wasn't a child. Then why did she hesitate around him? Find herself enjoying spending time with him, at least a little bit? Shaking her head slightly she turned from him and headed for the door. "See you later, short stuff." It wasn't said in a mean way, more like one would use when saying a nick name.

"Bye," he waved back at her, his expression becoming soft and dreamy like it had on their first meeting in the hallway. He snapped himself out of hit however, when he realized what he was doing. He was staring after this woman in the lobby of the apartment!

His eyes ripped away from the corner she had just turned to look around the lobby –thankfully though, only Gene was around, and he was still busy reading whatever it was he had been reading the previous night; and looking more annoyed by it, too.

She didn't catch the look cast her way as she quickly exited the lobby. She had to get her shopping done today, she didn't have anything she needed currently and she didn't have time to get distracted by a friendly handyman.

Felix took this opportunity to slip out of the room and into the stairwell. He had to talk to someone right then, so stepping out onto the second floor, he transverse the long hallway and came to a stop at Ralph's closed door.