Her traitor heart skipped a beat when Veronika looked at her, her blue eyes thawing from the glacial look they had held to something softer, warmer. Constance knew that it was likely an act, yet she still felt a twist of giddiness flood her when the Russian gave in to her suggestion, letting herself be taken from the director's office and through the movie lot. The redhead focused on putting one foot in front of the other, letting her mind spin through what she readily had on hand to cook, and found herself laughing when cheeseburgers and macaroni were suggested. Her giggle spilled out into the open night air as they reached the parking lot and from there Trevor's car.<br/><br/>"I was actually thinking about spaghetti, I have some meatballs I made up this past weekend. My grandmother was Italian, so I normally cook with an influence from her. Nona taught me well." She gave Trevor a smile when he opened the door and chuckled himself. It was odd to realize it was the first time she had ever heard him laugh, and that she rather liked it. Today was apparently a day for discovering things about her partner, and her target who was also a friend. And maybe more. God help her. She took the front seat, as it was her house they were going to, and settled her skirt around her knees in an attempt to do something to sooth her nerves. She was far too aware of the woman, er man, at her back, not to mention Trevor when he slid into the car beside her.<br/><br/>"If you want to head to west Hollywood, I'll guide you from there." This of course meant she was going to reveal just where she lived, and potentially her family connections far sooner than she had planned to with Trevor. She spared a moment to pray he wouldn't be like some of the other men she had known and make quips about her family's wealth, her mother's fame and how she should have followed in the older woman's footsteps. Veronika at least should be happy, once she realized that 'Sandi' was really Constance Patteron, daughter of the Hollywood goddess Gabriella Patteron. Thankfully her house was several blocks from her parents, and having a famous mother gave her a very good reason to have a fake name.<br/><br/>Sucking her breath in she turned as Trevor pulled into the street and glanced at Veronika with a uncertain smile on her lips, "Before we arrive at my home there is... well there's something you should know." Connie was gambling on Trevor being able to cover his surprise about her mother, she had never brought it up in the station and the Captain hadn't realized it. Thankfully. Her father's military career was all he paid mind to. "My name isn't really Sandi, well, Sandra is my middle name. I just... don't like to gather attention, due to who my mother is but I have things from her in the house and I live near my parents." She bit her lower lip, wondering why in the world she was so nervous. "My mother is Gabriella Patteron, and to my family I'm Constance, or Connie. I don't like most people to know, they treat you differently, or expect you to treat them differently if your family is famous, but that's<em>Madre</em>, not me. I want to get by on my own as much as I can, not ride on what my parents have done."<br/><br/>It came out in a rush then, her eyes fixed on the back of the seat as the redhead finally trailed off and found her cheeks flushing with color.