(I have no. Idea what you mean)

Roxy rolled her eyes. A meeting,? Seriously were they finally going to do something besides stick them with needles? She hoped so. Roxy tucked the knife she had been twilling like a baton in to one of her boots. As she stood, Roxy tugged her leather skirt down. No sense in giving the lab rates a heart attack. Roxy slipped a leather jacket over her baby-t. Not because she needed it but because image was everything. Happy that she was projecting the image she desired, Roxy made her way down the various hallways to the indicted meeting room.