Niki leaned back against KC as he pulled her into a chair, playing the girlfriend. Things seemed to be going well, until the question of how long she and her partner had been together. She tensed slightly as a weapon was placed on the table and KC stood between her and the threat at hand. Niki forced herself to relax. Panic would do her no good in this situation.<br/><br/>Saint made his reentrance-- Niki fought the urge to groan out loud.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Because things were already going so frecking smoothly...</span><br/><br/>She kept still, locking gazes with Saint in a silent dare. She was a police officer. Danger was just a part of the job. No mouthy thug with a firearm was going to scare her off. The woman raised an eyebrow at her would-be attacker: a silent suggestion to chill out and stand down.<br/><br/>"KC told me you were a surly bunch. That's why he's never brought me here before. But I'm with KC, and if he's with you, then so am I."