Thea had slipped into the pub bathroom to slip out of her work clothes, which, admittedly, COULD have probably been okay, and into something better. When she'd emerged, in a green mini skirt and matching jacket, with a slinky bronze sort of tank, and a pair of boots that looked a little dangerous for most people to walk in, she was ready for action.
Desmond's jaw about dropped when he saw that. "Do I need to get you a chaperone or something?" he joked, polishing glasses. "Or tell Sherr to, I guess?"
"You're not my REAL dad." She pointed out, then as Brandon entered, grinned at the greeting. "See?"