Their laughter got nothing more than a thin and humorless smile from the disgraced detective, and she accepted Pretty Boy's help up into the van only because it was a little less awkward than trying to do it herself, and it would have taken longer otherwise. The Prince danced in her mind, more a sensation than an actual image recalled, and it made Gina's blood thrum in her veins.<br/><br/>She shot a glare back at Grendel before she moved deeper in the vain, skirting wide of It, trying to put herself in a spot as equally distant from all of them as she could.<br/><br/>The platinum hair could not but catch Gina's eye, and as she settled down to try to sit on the floor of the van, she glanced his way more than once. It wasn't easy to sit on the floor in a skirt, especially knowing she had no panties on, and she finally had to clutch the van wall to lower herself and set her back against it, legs stretched out in front of her and crossed at the ankles.