[Freya emerges in sweats and a tanktop a few minutes after Pen, definitely more brooding than stalking in her posture. She didn't look around either, her look distant in thought, heading straight to the pantry.]
[And she startles back with a yelp when she opens the door, fire magic beginning to curl around her fist. It dies out quickly enough as Freya straightens with a scowl, accepting the can from the Tonberry lurking inside the cabinet and slamming it shut--much to the protest of the hinges.]
[Now there's a stalking to Freya's movements as she starts the coffeemaker, retreating to the living room to stare angrily out the window as soon as the task is done.]
Post-Argument
[And she startles back with a yelp when she opens the door, fire magic beginning to curl around her fist. It dies out quickly enough as Freya straightens with a scowl, accepting the can from the Tonberry lurking inside the cabinet and slamming it shut--much to the protest of the hinges.]
[Now there's a stalking to Freya's movements as she starts the coffeemaker, retreating to the living room to stare angrily out the window as soon as the task is done.]