Cara was lazed back over a branch, regarding the sky with a confused expression with her back to the main trunk of the tree as she sighed. It had already been five minutes and her stupid little partner still hadn't shown. Well, little was not the best word to describe someone who was four inches taller than her and stupid probably didn't apply either but she really didn't care at all. She was on the huff that she had to drag along a fifteen year old and it was really affecting her mood.

With a start, she realised that he was already there and looking up to her with some sort of expectation and she really couldn't help but feel dread at having to drag him about all bloody night long. So, with a deep sigh, she slid down from the tree and landed on expert feet before she stood up to her full height - a sight that wasn't particularly menacing unless you caught sight of the gun on her hip. "You're late, Jelly." [i]Jelly? Oh sweet Jesus Cara, you're smooth.[/i] Her mind silently mocked her as she crossed her arms and stared at him. "Come on, we have places to be and I'm really not in the mood to stand around and allow you to regale me with your excuses." It really would have been a dark stride past him if she could walk at the same pace as normal people.

Cara was really a bubbly person in reality and you'd be hard pressed to find her without a a childish grin on her face but he was invading on her space that was only reserved for her and her alone. With a small sigh, she realised she was being a bit of a bitch and turned around to him. "Name's Cara, by the way. I'm sorry if I was being a bit of a bitch."