[ the feeling reminds her of getting her hair brushed by someone else, a little pampering never hurt anyone. ]

I’m a professional, Charlie, why wouldn’t I turn up for a gig? Even this shitty ass place can’t keep me from doing what I want.

One minute I was in our hell and the next I was back here, I guess this shithole got attached to me. So here I am in all of my pastel glory looking more like the prom queen than a bad bitch.

[ she folds her arms, shooting her a mischievous smile. ]

You must have missed me a lot if you can’t keep your hands off of me. [ did she have to put it that way? nah! does she regret it? absolutely not. ]