<strong>SJ considers her options.</strong><br/><br/>“Wot a weirdo not wantin’ ta be weird …fackin’ ‘ell girly…and yes I..” Sarah Jane looked at the markings on her arm, wrinkling her nose a little and tilting her head. Her dark eyes peered at it, and it was almost as if just like the sign on the wall made sense. “Corse I bladdy know wot it means do I look like a bleedin’ idiot.”<br/><br/>She eyed the cat again, and shook her head,<em>bloody vermin </em>. “Listen I can fack off right naw, vers a bed wif my name on it and well vey don’t keep em forever. So fancy tellin’ me ve deal, or am I going ta be scarified ta sam piss ant god vats got in yer heads.”<br/><br/>Horlicks started to feel the tension from Sarah Jane and drew closer curling her lip too.<br/><br/>“I ‘ave ‘ad enough shite tonight, don’t make it worse…”<br/><br/>