Oi!

[ there’s a decidedly unimpressed scowl set firmly upon her brow, arms crossed and skinny hip cocked - all sharp angles and pointy edges. prickly and snarling and annoyed; perhaps a front to hide the discomfort of nerves simmering in her gut. ]

As much as I enjoy the thrilling adventure of being plucked from home and put in this… quasi-Globalsoftian database or whatever all this is. [ it rears up again : the chill of fear trickling down the back of her neck. she squashes it with a toss of her head and gnash of teeth.] Are you actually planning to do something with me or is this all a passing lark in the virtual bloody park?

[ a stomp of a booted foot to make her point. a beat passes. her arms unfold so her fingers can fiddle with the hem of her skirt.]

I don’t like to leave Gaz alone for too long. The boy is near useless without me.