Niamh stood, eyes firmly set on the door of Claire’s apartment. It took her a few moments after the blonde had spoken to realise she’d spoken. “Wha- huh?” she said, blinking and turning to look at the girl. “I- right, yes, sorry. Thanks” she murmured. She pulled her jacket off and lay it neatly on the table beside her. “Thank you, Claire” she told the girl, earnestly before disappearing to shower. She returned later, freshly clean, her red hair, darker in colour due to the water. She was dressed in the clothes lain out. Comfy and feeling safer again. “Hey” she announced.
Claire looked at her friend and sat a cup of tea in front of her, before taking a seat at the table. "Hey." The blonde said looking at the girl with a small smile. "SO who was the guy?" She asked looking at her friend. IT was her job as a banshee to protect others in the gang. Even if it was a customer.









