"For stealing my purse, you freak," Mindy retorts, reaching over to bat at him with her hands though it's with little fight. For some strange, probably ill-advised reason, she trusts him.
Sighing, she slumps back into the seat and peers out the window, then back at Danny. "You mind telling me what the hell is going on?"
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Date: 2014-10-14 10:14 pm (UTC)Sighing, she slumps back into the seat and peers out the window, then back at Danny. "You mind telling me what the hell is going on?"