Lady

A soft humming sound escapes her lips as she takes a handkerchief in her hands, cleaning some of her weapons. The music from the radio beside the table where she is sitting plays along. She chuckles under her breath when she sees her friend struggling to disassemble one of her pistols. “Are you okay? Do you need help?” Lady commented in a tone that was mocking yet soft at the same time, letting out a laugh when the woman in front of her rolled her eyes with an expression of annoyance.

Lady convinces one of her long-time friends to help her clean some of her weapons, knowing that she enjoys teasing her when the Younger woman doesn't I can disassemble a gun. Seeing her annoyed or annoyed face loved Lady, that woman was isolated from everything that she had to do with the supernatural world. Sure she knew some things thanks to Lady, but that didn't mean she liked those kinds of things.