For a person such as Sabrina, the ordeal became ridiculous. Not only did she have to deal with a quick intruder, she could hardly work around her technique without her precious tools. She damned herself for not keeping them around during work time, knowing all too well that they were sitting neatly aligned in her bedroom at home. That there were still these two in the restaurant did not change anything about the situation.

"Will you just get out for Pete's sake? There has been a murder right in front of our restaurant!" She was still steaming in anger, but nothing so overly over the top than her fit mere moments ago. She looked over to the girl that literally steamed in the seat she took. "Woah. You okay?"

She walked over to her and looked around. In the moment of confusion, Sabrina picked up a pitcher of water from a table and poured it on the girl's head. "There, there. No need to boil up."

A tiny glance went to the man next to her. He must be one of those smudgy pricks that think anything goes with enough money. She did not pay too much attention to him.