Reese had 99 problems, but a bitch wasn't one... At least, it wasn't until a crazy woman came hissing and spitting into his life. He was lounging in the shade, minding his own business -- Or trying to, anyway. Riley was handcuffed nearby, hands in front for the moment because Reese was right there and had an eye on the little shit. He re-handcuffed Riley with his hands behind his back whenever he had to pay too much attention to anything else. "What?" He raised his head, protected from the morning sunlight by his one pair of shades, and shook a strand of hair out of his face; subconscious preening. "Who the fuck are you?" She looked familiar in a maybe-I-tapped-that-once-and-never-called sort of way, but Reese didn't think so. Hissing and spitting looked good on a woman, and she didn't look like it took a lot to push her to that point. If he'd tapped that once, he would've wanted to tap it again.