Right, so if this kid turned out to be either completely useless or a total liar, Amanda was ditching her at the police station. And could she just pick one set of emotions and stick with them? Her face was too damn expressive and they weren't expressions that were amusing her. She behaved like she belonged in an animated movie with all-singing, all-talking animals. It was infuriating. And so help her, Steph was going to pay for sticking her on hold. Next time? She could drive the brat around.
Bubbles Cooper? Someone's parents hit their heads a few too many times. She wasn't shaking that little hand, though. Not given how much she had rubbed her eyes and nose and god only knew how sticky it had been before she let the sidewalk maim her. "That's right, honey." Said with a tone that ought to have been accompanied with a pat on the head and the suggestion that she should just go back to sleep. Now, why were children so ignorant of what the name Amanda Blake actually entailed? ... The trailer park. This cannot be happening to me. As though the daughter of Michael Blake and Tiffany Montgomery-Blake had ever been anywhere near the place. Oh, she knew where it was. It was the kind of place you made sure you were aware of just so accidentally ending up there was an impossibility. "Why not?" A very rhetorical, very impatient question. The keys were pulled out of her purse and the car across the road answered its remote with an overly cheerful beep. "Get in the car." She didn't care if Bubbles told people she was the queen mother.