[Lady is currently in her room, crouched in a corner, one hand covering her mouth, the other around her stomach. For all intents and purposes, she looks like she's about to throw up, but she's not! One eyebrow is twitching slightly.]

I can't believe he just fucking did that.

[Lady is packing her things, not that there's much of them.]

Thanks for letting me crash here, Nero. I guess I've got a place of my own, now. [Pause, and she stands, shouldering Kalina Ann]

Living with Dante, too. This should be fun. [Smirk.]

[Template, meet angry Lady. Angry Lady, meet Template. She's stalking around outside in the city, hands clenched, accidental second level. Out of frustration she kicks a box out of her way, sending it flying.]

Fucking PRICK.

[Lady's at a bar, three empty bottles of beer in front of her, the fourth at her lips. She's sitting on a stool, and there's a wide berth around her, where people aren't stepping; the shattered table and the guy passed out in the wreckage two seats to her left being the reason why.

Never smack Lady on the ass and call her sweetcheeks.]

Funny.. I don't remember getting a Cross tattoo. And I know I didn't get drunk last night.

[Lady sits up, holding a gun close to her chest.] So someone's got thirty seconds to start explaining.

( devour devour; it's your final hour )