Really… Went outta control there, huh? A little time and night air seeming to quell the fury of the femme enough to mean that she now felt a little bit bashful over how she had rushed off in a rage and showed some of her inner animal in doing so, Ursula Wilke pushed her hand back through her hair and sighed as she lined up a couple of mugs before her and then filled each with some crisp and cold water, which was currently the only drink she felt she could trust. I mean, once bitten, and all that right?
He probably thinks I'm a total mess now, huh? More than that at the moment feeling that bit embarrassed about the side to herself which she had shown to the stalwart saviour who had rescued her the evening before, it just HAD to be her luck that she might meet a cute guy on one of the worst nights of her life and keep that form running since, though she supposed maybe there was a silver lining to that. I mean, he hadn’t run for the hills yet, right?
“Soooo… How's our little piggy doing~?” For the moment however the fox focusing herself on a fella other than the lad with those pink locks and that reassuring smile and instead the character they currently had cuffed to a table in another room, she slunk back into where she expected to find her partner in anti-crime with those cups in hand, and laid one on the table as she asked after the man in question.
“You got 'em squealing?” For the moment letting 'Johnny Law' get busy with the task of cracking this particular nut and finding out if there was any reason behind slipping stuff in girls drinks in clubs for the fact that he was already straddling barbed wire for even letting her help with the case, while initially they had presumed him to be some creep or nutjob the fact that he had heavies waiting in the wings had started to convince them otherwise, and what they really needed was a chance to see the bigger picture beyond spiked drinks and the worrisome places that took a gal…