"The polite term is prickly. I just prefer fucking insensitive and rude."
Navigating them up the path, Thorne was happy to find that the door was unlocked. There wasn't much furniture, but there was a couch, which served his purpose just enough. He wasn't about to go find her bedroom. "Sit down and maybe lie back before you fall. I'm not someone you want around if you need a healer."
He let the dog off the lead and went into the kitchen to find anything that might satisfy the inevitable munchies. He couldn't smell any alcohol on her breath so that meant this woman was likely high. Hence needing snacks.