Oh, so I should take self-defense classes against supermarket mascots, but not you? [But she's smiling, fiddling with her cigarette. This guy's actually pretty decent; she kinda feels bad for leaving him that note. Or, well. Not for leaving it, but she could've been nicer about it. What is it about winding up in an alternate dimension that makes you assume the worst of the guy next door?]
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[...Being from the East Side, mostly.]