At KC's question, she merely stared at him. She had been prepared to dance, yes, though buying for time had proven to wiser option. Niki leaned back in the chair as Saint took stock of the room, attempting to relax and quell the surprising urge to shoot the gang member in question. The lull extended for a few more moments, before Saint (and why was he always the root of her troubles?) ordered KC to go on a run with him. Niki, of course, would be left behind. Not that she minded. Time away from Saint sounded like a Godsend right about now.<br/><br/>The two men filed out, followed soon after by Jack, who wanted pizza and beer. She regarded him mentally, for a moment, and quickly decided that she wanted to shoot him as well.<br/><br/>She glared at the twins, who still wanted a dance performance, and frowned, "Not today, boys."<br/><br/>Blade, so far, was the only one in this damned group that she was going to be able to tolerate for any length of time. Niki resisted the urge to rub her temples in frustration. Instead, she looked over at her companions, "So... Is Saint always like that, or am I just unlucky?" She decided to ask a few questions; nothing too deep, just things that any girl would be curious about after being threatened twice... three times? Enough, since she's arrived here.