Alisa continued to grin as she ran a hand through her new mohawk.

"People hate me 'cause I'm beautiful." Perhaps his joking nature rubbed off on her in a sense. She was less depressing and well... insane, and more herself. That was for sure. In fact, most of their talk was very light hearted and fun. Just like it used to be.

She made her way from the "living room" of the bunker to the kitchen area. Eventually she came out with two Mexican cokes, tossing one over to Ryan before taking a seat on the couch.

"So, how are you and girl doin' these days? You both look cute together in the tabloids."