Psych-wizard, what do you think is wrong with me, that I'd, for like one second, trust you more than the guy I'm going to be having semi-passive aggressive sex with in an hour?

[Her head rolls back so she's looking at the ceiling instead of anything else- Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea. Even when they boys were on the outs it was all about trying to wiggle in between the sheets. Of trust. Or whatever.

Not that she wasn't going to check in. This whole conversation was going to get detailed at home. But Crane was from Gotham. And liked libraries. If one of Fred's friends (not Will, it didn't enter her mind it could have been Will) hadn't known what those facts meant and got themselves in trouble...well. This world was filled with evil people. She stayed on the side of angels and all that in the work place. That was the most she could give to that fact. Anyone not willing to joke about murderers here would probably end up spending all day crying. And then how would anyone have time to sass Lucifer on the network? ]

But, look. I didn't- I came here, right? So can we talk for five minutes without you trying to break us up? I will give you a prize. Or something.