Just as Lillith was trying to find peace, and alcohol, after the awkward church scenario, someone came to damage her calm. She poured herself a glass of rum and soda from a can that was chilling on ice nearby. A hand clamped down on her shoulder and someone began whispering in her ear. The simple act of it put her over the edge, and her peaceful demeanor faltered. She spun around and slapped his hand off of her with a little more force than necessary. His words bothered her more than his touch, and she seethed with anger.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” she said in a hiss. She sized up her foe instantly: pale skin, kind of lanky, generally looking like he was somewhat out of his element. “No one touches me without my permission, you understand me? The next time you lay a hand on me, I’ll break each and every one of its fingers, you hear? A nerd like you would be pretty lost without his gaming and masturbating hand, huh?” She took a gulp of her drink, feeling the warmth of the rum snake down her throat pleasantly.

Her assaulter turned away, expecting her to just follow him upstairs like a sheep to the slaughter. Like hell she was going up with him alone… sure, she had a weapon, but as Coops so lovingly pointed out, other people’s weapons can be bigger and badder than brass knuckles and brute force. She felt as though she had built up enough of a rapport with him today, so she looked over to Cooper, who had found himself his own drink and was looking around with that slightly paranoid glaze in his eyes. “Care to back me up, maybe this kid will have more info…” she said to him, gesturing towards the stairs where Reed was.