[i]Psycho? Fucking unstable? FUCKING PSYCHO?[/i] Green eyes locked on Sharp as he spoke, widening and seeming to glint with a sudden rush of anger. [i]I'll fucking show you psycho you little fuck! I'll peel off your fucking face with a fucking butcher knife you motherfucker![/i] her mind filled with a thousand little ways to just tear his body to shreds. Some detailed, others just feelings and emotions. Those fevered eyes closed for a second and she took a deep breath. A very long, very deep breath. As she exhaled she locked her gaze back on Sharp, now smirking a little and half closed in an almost euphoric cast. 

Ink chuckled and pointed at him with her right hand in the recognizable shape of a 'finger-gun'. She let her thumb-hammer fall and cocked her wrist up from the phantom recoil. "Lucky I'm in a indica mood, Sharp." she said with a little giggle. "I dig it though, blood. I'll wait this one out like a good girl and just sit in the car until you need some help keeping the floor tight. Then I'll help with bags." she lowered her hand and rested it on her leg as Teddy started to pull stuff out of his bag. 

He had what you might expect any self-respecting boom-boy to have. He had some gizmos and gadgets and loved to boast about the little chemicals he had with him. She wouldn't fault him for that. This motherfucker had C4. Shit, that was new. She had been around some guys with semtex, or other knock offs, but, never the real deal. Whitney took the little piece of offered putty and squished it between her fingers. She giggled a little at the feeling and started to roll it around in her hands. "Prolly not a good idea to just break the shit in the metal box, boom-boy, we need to get something from it for Gizmo here." She looked up at the hacker and gave him an honest look of apology, "Oh, sorry, blood. I meant Circuit. Sorry." she shrugged, "I always think of you as Gizmo for some reason."