Nikki watched the proceedings with a hawk's eye, but made no move. She knew well enough that it wasn't her place. An eyebrow raised itself as she, once again, became the topic of conversation.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Why does everyone feel the need to talk about me like I'm either deaf or just not physically present?</span>She wondered, her already poor mood souring further. Still, she managed a weary, yet friendly enough smile to the woman, before returning to her thoughts. Most of them still revolved around Saint and the staggering number of things she wanted to hit him with. A sudden image of sticking him in the face with a plunger had her nearly laughing aloud, but she managed to reign it in before she looked suspicious. The deal seemed to go off without any trouble, which Nikki rather thought was a miracle, given the amount of hassle that Saint had already caused. He ignored her as he returned to the van, and she couldn't quite stop the sigh of relief that passed her lips. She highly doubted she could take another outburst from this idiot without causing serious injury.<br/><br/>Nikki waited for her pseudo-boyfriend before entering the vehicle. Being taped up again really didn't appeal to her at the moment. She remained quiet for the duration of the ride, hoping that they would just leave after this... Before she shot someone. Several times.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Deep breaths, Nikki. Just stay calm... But man, I hate that guy.</span>Needless to say, she was still fuming when they arrived back at the house.