The hell was that?  Was... was that her contact?  A frown wrought it's way onto her face as she stepped back from the window, shaking out her long flame-red hair as she crossed her main room, setting he tea down on the way to her robe.  Another ring though caught her midway, and that was quite the frustration.<br/><br/>"Aye, heard ye the first time." she called, thinking she'd been loud enough, but then another ring "Oi, heard ya!"<br/><br/>Then another, and another, and then just a constant stream of ringing before she'd even gotten her robe on, getting at her last nerve until finally she just chucked her robe across the room and stormed her own door, nearly pulling it off it's hinges it seemed, saved only by the last-minute remembrance that it was locked and dead-bolted.  Without missing a beat she reached out, grabbed the woman by one of the straps of her top, and dragged her inside her penthouse apartment before<em>slamming</em>the door behind her.  Suffice to say Chloe was not a happy lady right then.<br/><br/>"What in the almighty<em>fuck</em>do you think you're doing?!" she asked, her accent coming out thick, something that happened when she was emotional, particularly when she was angry, such as now when she was bent over and had her face in the other woman's "I called out twice, TWICE!  See there, that was fucking<em>twice</em>I said it!  Dinnae your Mother teach you any manners?  Now who the hell are you and what the hell do you fuckin' want?"