[She frowns for a long moment at the lack of results from her half-assed investigation, tracing along one questionable looking scratch with a chipped-fingernail.]
Whatever.
[What the hell. She hates this half-way crap. She leans down to- lightly, thank you- bite one of the accompanying bruises.]
no subject
Whatever.
[What the hell. She hates this half-way crap. She leans down to- lightly, thank you- bite one of the accompanying bruises.]