[Not even the sound of heavy iron bars slamming behind her nor the imposing posture of the approaching guard could wipe that cocky smirk from the cyborg's face, even if said smile had been fitted with plastic to prevent any incidents from that sharp-toothed bear trap of a mouth. A single metal finger, ungloved thanks to Peacock's new orange duds, taps to the bar playfully. The redhead's eye socket's narrow, her expression almost challenging to the hulking guard. Sure, he might have been a softie, but this bird proves just as confrontational as ever.]
I dunno... I think I'm losin' track a' the charges! [She exclaims proudly, closing her eyes and shrugging her shoulders.] Was this one for arson, murder, or jaywalkin'? I forgot!
Sorry for taking so long! dw didn't notify me for some reason
I dunno... I think I'm losin' track a' the charges! [She exclaims proudly, closing her eyes and shrugging her shoulders.] Was this one for arson, murder, or jaywalkin'? I forgot!