[center][h1][b][u][color=bc8dbf]Caitlin Cade[/color][/u][/b][/h1][/center]

[indent][color=bc8dbf]"Fuck..."[/color] Cait's words were spat just under her breath, unheard or otherwise ignored by both Tony and her new compatriots. [color=bc8dbf][i]Guess I'll have to learn not to give the drill sergeant ideas.[/i][/color] The group began dispeersing with their 'orders.' The officers turned around and returned to the building. Cait eyeballed him as he walked away; she thought it, odd that he'd just leave them to their own devices. But she decided with no real thought not to say anything, lest he change his mind about it. She turned towards the cans of paint and the boxfull of brushes, and tightend her hair into a bun while making a mental note to get it trimmed as soon as she could; she could already tell Tony would be a hard ass, and the work they'd be doing wouldn't be too friendly to locks below the shoulders. 

Cait turned then to Prince, whom had made his way to her on his way to the supplies. [color=bc8dbf]"Yeah,"[/color] she said. [color=bc8dbf]"Can't imagine why he wouldn't though; I mean, we're us."[/color] Her mood lightened a bit, especially after Prince presented her with a well-packed spliff from his jumpsuit pocket. [color=bc8dbf]"Thanks mate."[/color] She took the spliff and set it between her lips. [color=bc8dbf]"Shame, this job,"[/color] she said through the spliff, following Prince and grabbing her own paint brush and a can. [color=bc8dbf]"We might end up covering some of your work... what'd they bag you for anyways? Oh, hold that thought. I need a lite."[/color] [/indent]