"Yeah you were really helping then. Following me around like a lost puppy with a microphone." Grumbled as the traffic slowed down and we got stuck in the morning rush hour.
"You know, sorry I wasn't raised to be a paranoid hunter of monsters like you. Sort of busy catching the everyday serial killers, child molesters and rapists of the world. Sometimes I'm even lucky enough to get a good old fashioned armed bank robbery or a terrorist case." Yeah I might be able to stop pushing her buttons. When hell froze over.
Annoyed I turned the radio on and started changing stations. After two country, five mexican and a dozen rap stations had gone by I turned it back off. Why the hell wasn't traffic moving?