For the first time that day, Nikki flinched. She covered it up quickly, fixing Saint with an impassive glare and rolling her eyes at his nonsense. She'd known, from the start, that this job was not going to be easy... She just hadn't expected the urge to strangle someone to come on so strongly. Grinding her teeth in irritation, she returned Jake's stare and sat up, rubbing her wrists where the tape had cut into her skin. She shook out her hair and crossed her arms over her chest, pondering what to do with the colossal mess of anger management issues and attitude that was Saint. Nikki quickly decided that while shooting him several times in unmentionable areas would be most satisfactory, it would also probably be detrimental to the job she was working here. With a sigh, she grumbled about the young man being a "snooty asshole" and leaned against the vehicle. For now, all she could do was wait and follow her partner's lead. If she didn't strangle him for getting her into this mess in the first place. A small smile, hidden quickly, emerged on her face as it dawned on her that there were now three people that she wanted to strangle.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Well... They do say that all of a woman's problem start with "Men." </span>