She grins impishly and shrugs at him, more than enjoying his reaction. Until she actually registers the second half of it.
"...Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." Waving her hand to forestall any more crap from either guy - the one on the floor or the one who might be joining him in a minute, she hasn't made up her mind yet - she echoes, "'Supposed to be'? Y-" Her jaw drops and she jabs a finger at him accusingly. "You've been stalking me, you absolute fucking jackass!"
(Never mind she'd thought that the entire deal with the prepaid phone she'd bought after the whole craziness was that it couldn't be traced. That was basically a staple of any crime show - prepaids were auto-dead ends. TV Tropes, that fucking liar.)
When the punk on the ground voices his objections, she doesn't even bat an eye. "Shut the hell up, Zevon, you'll get your turn after I'm done with him."
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She grins impishly and shrugs at him, more than enjoying his reaction. Until she actually registers the second half of it.
"...Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." Waving her hand to forestall any more crap from either guy - the one on the floor or the one who might be joining him in a minute, she hasn't made up her mind yet - she echoes, "'Supposed to be'? Y-" Her jaw drops and she jabs a finger at him accusingly. "You've been stalking me, you absolute fucking jackass!"
(Never mind she'd thought that the entire deal with the prepaid phone she'd bought after the whole craziness was that it couldn't be traced. That was basically a staple of any crime show - prepaids were auto-dead ends. TV Tropes, that fucking liar.)
When the punk on the ground voices his objections, she doesn't even bat an eye. "Shut the hell up, Zevon, you'll get your turn after I'm done with him."