Nikki fixed Ken with a deadpan glare, not bothering to hide her irritation at the situation, "You know... I'm not sure if I'd call this a cake walk. That punk is seriously testing my patience," absently, she scratched her nose as she observed her surroundings. A slight sigh escaped her, "Food and relaxation sounds like a nice change to being bound with second-hand duct tape and shot at," she admitted.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">If nothing else, I got a good feel for these clowns. Saint's the insecure ass-glob with the need to show dominance over... everything. Jake's the next one down on the holier-than-thou volatile list. Koda and Kodi are bitches, locked in a competition to see who can be bitchier, and Blade... Blade's just kinda there.</span>The female blew a strand of hair out of her eyes and resisted the decidedly immature urge to make rude faces and gestures behind Saints back. She reminded herself that she was dealing with armed people that had the anger control skills of a two-year-old, so she would have to be the adult here.<br/><br/>"... Sooo... Do we just wait here and see if Saint decides to shoot at anyone else, or are we supposed to be doing something?"<br/><br/>If she was idle any longer, she would surely succumb to her hand's nervous wringing and loose some tension on the objects of her vexation. She'd always thought of herself as a patient person, but<span style="font-style: italic">damn...</span>And it wasn't even dinner time yet.