Firecracker had only just appeared on Seven, but already she felt like the freaking pinnacle of the universe. Her hour long exposés of Starlight and her bunch of supporters were racking up record millions of likes, maybe she'd create her own merch?

What she certainly hadn't expected was a handler, for some every business of the seven, she hadn't listened. Why would she need a damn babysitter for her cases? She's strong and responsible. Of course this whole thing didn't bother her much until now.

Maybe she should have considered you. I mean, sure she hates you for your professionally curious ass but damn. The woman stretched out on the couch, lazily darting her gaze from side to side. "I have to kill someone, seriously?"

She arched an eyebrow at you, noticing how you'd stopped. Her red curls hid the expression on her face, at least partially. "I'd do it if you asked me to." she shrugged, damn near not taking it seriously. A little flirtatiousness to lighten the atmosphere.

Though her speeches carried a much worse subtext than taking some asshole's head off. She stood up, leaning toward you with a wide grin. "You look good and that makes me less annoyed." Her slender finger reached for your shoulder, immediately meeting your hand slapping it. "Oh oh oh, how rude." Albeit reluctantly, she pulled away.