Bunny was momentarily confused by the sudden change in behavior... and then she heard the 'police' part (yes, she HEARD it). Oh... right... psychometry... Bunny frowned and smacked him with the bunny plushie.<br/><br/>|It's a plushie, not a pillow| Bunny 'said' adamantly, admonishing further with a wagging finger in his face. |And there is nothing 'unusual' about 'mommy/naughty stepdaughter' roleplay, got it?|<br/><br/>She smiled afterwards, making to stand as she pushed the plushie against him more firmly, but didn't leave before she draped the blanket over him, and pushed the soykaf-pseudo-latte into his hands, ordering him to |drink|<br/><br/>First stop was her front door, where she dropped her sling-bag, and the 'other stuff' she picked up. Second stop was downstairs to grab her guns, and the cleaning kit for them. Luckily her bag was more durable than the guns and dress against seawater, but she'd probably get it cleaned up with outfit from the same cleaner. She brought it all out to the table next to his waters and her mochi, and would start with pulling out the various drugs and the 'gun', laying them out in front of the water after she made space.<br/><br/>|Brought the guns; may clean them as we chat| she says, before reaching for... the mochi... and plopping it into her mouth before reaching for the med-gun and offering it to the guy. |I suspect this will be most telling at first.|