"Absolutely, Saluzzo. "
And the black Lupo is concealing a smirk, still holding the cigarette between her fingers.
"Now... is there something you need ?" Still defensively cautious of the white one, but in a relaxed stance.
Texas can usually be found chewing on a Pocky stick.
Just not today.
She sits in silence, more distant than usual. A cigarette burns between her lips.
A reminder of a past that has come to haunt her.
And of the blood to wash from her clothes.