Kara didn't know. Her girlfriend did have a temper when it came to her...background. Kara could have upset her enough to make her angry. Danica had become like a statue nowadays when it came to her anger. She hid it well.
"I thought we were going grocery shopping after? You should look up a bakery."
The blonde still hadn't told Danica where she was working...and she wasn't going to either. Her job was an escape for her, a place of normalcy where she could try to be Human.
"So don't get too greasy today, working on your simple machines."
The flick made her hips jump up. Damnit. Then Steph was handcuffing her to the bed. She didn't try to stop it, expecting sexiness to ensue afterwards. Instead, she was left there, her girlfriend running out on her.
"Not cool. So not cool."
Sighing, Chrissy supposed that this was what she got for having a younger girlfriend. Pulling her legs up, she rolled herself over and struck out with her legs against the bed posts. Again and again she kicked until the bedposts splintered and the bed became less then sturdy.
From there it was just a matter of breaking off the far bedpost so that she could have that arm free...if still handcuffed to the bedpost. But now she could at least reach over to the side table, where the utility belt was. Getting the key to the handcuffs, she freed herself. Leaving the bedroom on her sore, bruised feet, she began to search for Steph.