And after she didn't leave YOU alone with Assault McStabby?! GEE THANKS, MAURICE.

Heather didn't say anything when Maurice walked out of the room. Just folded her arms-- pausing briefly to give Meranda a quick, tense wave.

"Hey."

There was none of the shouting or rowdy grins that Meranda had probably grown used to when her roomie's obnoxious friend was around-- Heather just sort of stood there looking tense. She didn't say goodbye when Meranda walked out.

If anything, it was probably good that she was going off to her womancave or whatever, because there were uncomfortable questions coming and Heather sure as hell didn't want to answer them with Maurice's weirdly-hostile female room-mate sitting there.

When Maurice returned, Heather followed him to the table but didn't sit down. Just gripped the back of the chair and drummed her fingers. The pointed look got a slight scowl.

"Okay, okay. This is kind of a new thing, okay? I was gonna bring it up... you know, gently, but that didn't happen."

That was a lie. She hadn't been going to bring it up at all. But hey... what he didn't know wouldn't kill him.