Allison was used to people being impressed when she mentioned her career. It wasn't that she was full of herself, or that she had gone into medicine looking for praise, but doctors and scientists were often valued across the world. There was something a little different about Torsten's recognition, though, it seemed a little more genuine and the tone he conveyed was refreshing. If only she was the kind of doctor he was thinking of, she would have promised not to let him down. “Thank you,” she smiled modestly. “I'm studying to be a surgeon, actually. More specifically in the ER.” There was something very soothing about high pressure situations, and Allison tended to thrive. That path only seemed natural in her career.

When the stew was ready, Allison moved about the kitchen, not wanting to get in Torsten's way as he served them dinner. It smelled delicious, and after a long day on the road full of strange events, she was more than ready to eat. “Do you like it?” she asked, curious about his work with the bears. Knowing that his parents had been physicists, Allison wondered why he hadn't gone into that field himself, or at least something to do with science. She wanted to ask, but didn't feel as though it was her place.

She settled down on the couch with him and dipped her spoon into the stew, blowing on it before taking a bite. It was just as savory and satisfying as it smelled, and Allison didn't even mind that the meat was venison. Back east, she was used to seafood, but she was always more than willing to try new things. Taking another bite, she nodded as Torsten spoke of the plan for tomorrow. Walking to the Amish community didn't seem all that bad, and she doubted the boots were going to break the bank. She had plenty of money on her credit card, hardly one to carry cash when plastic was just easier. 

“Outside with the bears?” she asked, raising a dark eyebrow. Allison thought it was kind of him to offer her the bed for the night, but this was his house and that hardly seemed fair. “I can sleep on the couch,” she told him, balancing her bowl of stew on her thigh as she pressed down on the fabric with her free hand. It was still springy and resistant, comfortable enough for a night. “Really, you don't have to give me your bed.” Truthfully, she was just thankful that she wouldn't have to camp out in her car.