Re: Dallas/Ronan
[He manages to get out you stole before she slaps her palm down on the horn again to drown out his words before someone else hears.] For fuck's sake, get in. You need to go [a wave of her hand] somewhere else and fast. [I needed wheels. And really, why not? It wasn't her door, wasn't her car, and she'd return it. Eventually. And anyone that owned a Ferarri probably had plenty of money to burn. They'd be fine.]
You look like shit, y'know? [She completely ignores the expression on his face that makes him look like a half drowned cat that just had its tail stepped on and food bowl taken away.] Lizcat better be in decent shape or I'm scalping you and all your roommates.