Ptricia scooped him up, and took him inside the bus. "And you were going to tell me about this _when_?"<br/><br/>She put him down and stomped off towrrds the back of the bus. "Horus knows I've tried! I'm doing my best to help you and Chris out, but it would be nice if once, just once, I got a little trust back! But _no_, you've got troubles, Chris has troubles, all Ra's little children got troubles, and I never find out about them until they (A) Blow up in my face, (B) Bust down the door, or (C) Turn into a technicolour bloody freakout!"<br/><br/>"Feel free to sit here quivering for as long as you need to. Any girlfriend you're _that_ scared of is probably about as good for you as Chris's psycho ex. All you really needed to do back there was say, 'Thank you, but no, I already have a girlfriend.' Or I could have defused the situation, if I'd known about it. Don't worry, we'll make our own way home." She stomped off, fuming back into the club.<br/><br/>(OOC: Have you noticed Ptricia doesn't like being kept in the dark?)<br/><br/>Back in the room, she sighed as she entered. "He has an overprotective girlfriend/psycho-stalker, apparently. Who'd have figured?" She waved a hand, and her drum kit flew offstatge and drifted into the rooom where she started packing it up.<br/><br/>She looked over her shoulder at the bunny fur. "If you're still interested in that late dinner engagement, I'm open."<br/><br/>Fiana was still with Chris. "Uh... you don't have any problems like that, do you? I guess I should have asked..."