[h2][color=yellow] Stupid Bank[/color][/h2]


[color=5a1dd2]"A name? He wanted a name. Does that mean I'm a suspect?! I just needed god damn money not this freak show!"[/color]She took great notice that his full attention was on her.

Her face flushed a tad in the process and noise of everything she realized she had started to ramble.
Spencer was now annoyed, but she didn't let that show on her ongoing facade. [color=5a1dd2]"He possibly just needs me as a witness,"[/color] She told her self, in the process of sending her tidbit of paranoia to an onlooker she saw dwindling on the outside of the bank.

She honestly didn't know what was going on, but assuming had got her into a bad position. Again. That's what assuming does. Makes an ass out of me and you. 

[b][color=5a1dd2]"My name's Spencer,"[/color][/b] She calmly replied with a polite smile.

The girl cracked her knuckles getting impatient of being questioned like a criminal. Not that she wasn't.

[b][color=5a1dd2]"There's no need to get all hot n' bothered, darling. I'm just assuming since I don't see so much drama for just ONE cape or a normal bank robbery. This must be a pretty powerful cape then, huh? Since you're finding me so sketchy" [/color][/b]Spencer explained, letting he hands fall to her sides.

[color=5a1dd2]"This guy needs to chill,"[/color] She wanted to chuckle at the pun she made. The guy was a fairly known cape. Those "tattoos", or whatever he'd like to call them, were noticeable and not normal. Plus when he touched her, the girl could practically feel the heat radiating off the twirly crevices. 

Spencer decided to slowly feed the feeling of calmness into the cape in front of her, easing the paranoia out of him and into her palms for "safe keeping".