She wouldn't on a good day, but she has even less when everything is haywire, and his stupid slimy little laugh raises the hairs on the back of her neck. If there had been people before he appeared—were still people now—it's almost like the room fuzzes a little around her focus on him. There has to have been. Except nothing matters but not taking her eyes off of Lucifer. Standing in her bar. The rest is just background noise she can't let distract her.
That step forward makes her muscles tense, but she doesn't move from behind the bar.
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She wouldn't on a good day, but she has even less when everything is haywire, and his stupid slimy little laugh raises the hairs on the back of her neck. If there had been people before he appeared—were still people now—it's almost like the room fuzzes a little around her focus on him. There has to have been. Except nothing matters but not taking her eyes off of Lucifer. Standing in her bar. The rest is just background noise she can't let distract her.
That step forward makes her muscles tense,
but she doesn't move from behind the bar.
"You're the last person I want to talk to."