"That's nice."  But she does seem to relax, fractionally.

"Why exactly is this guy you know better than a hospital?"

"...You don't really seem like you're having a regular psychiatric problem, to be honest.  I think it's more likely you've been, like, drugged, or hypnotized, or having some other sort of spy bullshit problem, and he's enough of a spy bullshit person that I think you'll do a lot better with him.  You're - really coherent..."

"Spy bullshit? - I suppose I was operating on the assumption that a hospital would know what an esper is."

"I don't think hospitals will know that."

"I will have to take your word for it at least until I meet another person." He is hugging himself a little bit and occasionally swiping his hand across his eyes when they get too teary.

Howsabout they exit this elevator now.  Here is her apartment.  Her keypad is either fingerprint-unwanting or less picky; they get in first try.  It's about the same size as Ren's but worse decorated.

He will go find a sofa to sit on and sit on it curled up very small.

Netra heads for the kitchen.  "Do you want anything to drink?

"No thank you. I was in the middle of trying to go back to sleep - my aw- my subjective memory is that my awakening hit in the middle of the night and woke me up."

"Sure.  ...Do you want to hold my rats?"

"...worth a try."

"Cool."  She pads down the hallway and seems set to disappear around a corner.

Nope nope nope how about he follows her.

The bedroomish part of the studio is as sparse as the rest of it except for the double-decker rat cage, which is crammed with lots of different climby and hammocky objects of no cohesive aesthetic.  Netra scoops up two rats onto her shoulders, takes one in hand, and passes one to Haru.

"Hi there little rat. There are none of you in Alberta. Yeah that's my thumb you're sniffing there. You don't have those and that's why your species has not conquered the world." He will go back to the couch to sit with the rat. "What's this one's name?"

"Cortado."  Once he's seated she passes the rest onto him, one at a time.  "And Macchiato, Steamed Milk, and Double Double."

"And now I know things about your culinary preferences. The Italian ones are good names but why not go with Latte and, like, Espresso, or something, for the latter two? Yes my shirt does have a pocket well done little guy. Are you a guy, I would check but I've got your pals here one in each hand..."

"They're girls."

"They don't bite, right? It would not rate highly among my problems at the moment, but."

"Sometimes they nibble.  It doesn't hurt."

"I will avoid freaking out if they nibble painlessly on me. You've gotten all the way up to my ear, congratulations, Cortado, I've actually got two of those but they're the same, if you've seen one you've seen 'em all."

Netra steals Steamed Milk back for her shoulder and takes the spot at the other end of the couch to do some phone scrolling on.

"Xavier - the guy - wonders if there's anything else his assistant should know before picking you up."

"Like what? Considering that all my beliefs are suspect."

Typity type.

"He wants to know more about the esper thing anyway.  And if there's anything you think might help."