Effy eyed Gin suspiciously, knowing that his intentions were less than innocent. Her look turned to one of curiosity, her eyebrows once again rising in a sleepy manner. Truthfully, she was content doing anything with Gin. Whether that be tying him to a bed or watching [i]Moulin Rouge[/i] as they drank and she cried, she did not care. The two could have chosen to watch paint dry, and she would have been perfectly content. She picked up her mug of coffee, sipping the warm liquid as she gazed over the top at Gin intently. Their eyes met, sending chills down her spine that caused her to squirm and spill her coffee.

"To answer your question, I want to go home and change before this shirt is stained. This is my favorite fucking shirt." she said, an irritated note to her voice. Without a second thought she slipped out of the shirt, almost thankful that she had remembered to slip into a black bandeau in her hurry to dress herself this morning. She pulled her bag into her lap, pulling out her ratty, green military jacket. She shrugged into it and hugged herself, feeling oddly exposed.