Lola was startled when she felt the vice like grip on her arm, but she didn't make a sound. The blonde was not about to become lifeless body number two. Well, hopefully not. Although that all seemed mildly out of her control right about now. 

"I did go back inside actually, and you know, it's sorta' rude to go around abducting people without so much as an introduction."

With a roll of her pretty emerald eyes, she held up her arms. Mildly amused as the man patted her down. It really was like being in some kinda' gangster movie, plus he actually smelt pretty good up close and personal. However, she had just realised that she was stood right next to the dead body, and the smell of coagulating blood was overwhelming. 

"I'm wearing a grass skirt, exactly where do you think my wallet could be?" 

Tilting her head to the side, a dangerously mischievous look crossed her usually serene features.

"But by all means, have a dig around." 

The blonde noted that up close, Caleb was more attractive then she'd first assumed. Deciding that she'd quite like to not die, she slipped her hand into her bra and handed over her now warm drivers licence and a few receipts, along with her cash card.

"That is all I have."

It surprised Lola that she felt so calm and composed. Normally, the blonde worried on a humongous scale, but faced with gangsters' and a dead body, she was rocking the poker face. Perhaps she'd do pretty well as a gang broad.

"And in answer to your earlier question, I was going home to bed. I'm not a bar kinda' gal."