"Nigga, puh-lease, I can resell anything," she said all cocky like, because that was the job, her whole job. Got an eye on him but couldn't take more than a step away from the vehicle before he was shoving her back towards it. Thankfully not with enough force to set off the alarm. In her experience, no one came to the rescue when they heard a woman in distress, but they did react to alarms sounding.<br/><br/>Backpack cushioned her collision, or most of it. Still smacked dully against the window before catching herself on the hood. Car was so clean she probably left fingerprints on that nice paint job. Wiped it off with her sleeve and stared at the hood ornament for a moment as she took a breath. Daddy always warned her about her temper, now Kimie too. Didn't need go go proving them right, losing her temper on someone who would surely use it against her.<br/><br/>When she turned, hands were in the pockets of her oversized jacket. Fairly flat chested and unflattering clothing that she may never catch the wrong person's eye again. Hands went out a bit, flapped the outer garment like wings. Little bird that never flew. Little bird destined to live and die on the ground. "'Course not, B," she reasoned with him, little laugh. Didn't really think she was fool enough to try and boss him around, did he?<br/><br/>"Just don't want you to miss your show, is all," Luce said and her dark eyes darted around. No makeup. Didn't wear it much, not anymore. But she usually put it on when she knew she'd be seeing Bi. He was the sort of guy who liked something nice to look at. And she liked her work to go smooth-like. Men were nicer to women they found attractive.<br/><br/>But this time she wasn't made up. Dressed about as butch as her wardrobe permitted these days. But it wasn't that that which bothered her. Didn't really care what Bi thought about her real look, or at least the one that that tattooed fuck made her adopt. But where the fuck was Kimie? Made a pit form in Luci's stomach, felt like it sank right down through the floor. Needed to get him the fuck out of here before she showed her face.<br/><br/>The heaviness in her gut settled when he tasked her with digging up some skeletons he was after. There were certain blocks she didn't run anymore, but that wasn't an option no more. Lucinda only nodded, hands still in her pockets now, tiny fists. "You got it, B." Like it would be no problem. Whatever he needed to hear. Whatever would get him to keep on walking for the event center before her girl turned up.