<br/>Devi stands in the living room, seething. She'd turned to look for David, and by the time she'd turned back, that little pink haired tramp had run off! "What is WRONG with these people!" she says dramatically, throwing up her hands. She throws herself across the couch, propping her boots up on one arm, her arms folded behind her head on the other. She crosses her legs with a rustle of fishnet, her skirt fluttering, chest pushed out. "Somebody had better start to entertain me, and soon" she says to the room, settling in. "I am starting to feel unwelcome." She's mostly just annoyed the cute pink haired girl left - she'd been popping into Devi's mind since she saw her at the lake.