“Don’t mention it.” Said just as lightly as the demon would have said anything else, only really she pretty much meant it. ‘Please’ was about as far down the chain of niceties Lexi was really willing to go, and since that came before any verbal acknowledgement... it turned everything else into words that largely sounded like ‘blah blah blah’. The girl’s little kind-of-manic phase had gone right over her head -- or in one ear and out the other, her affinity not allowing for the storage of utterly irrelevant details. Mostly she just didn’t care about it. With her face still pressed to the fur of her stolen mini-poodle, she gave a wry smile at what she doubted was intended to be an invitation. Didn’t hardly matter; she’d never needed permission to assault someone’s mother before. The dog’s incessant growling was getting louder -- apparently its silent spell was over but now it was just distracting her. Lexi found that yappy dogs always had to make themselves known. It was a pain in the ass when they just wanted to tear a chunk out of everyone around her. “Tsh. Just mix the rest with a fifth of vodka and put it in her water bottle. She looks like she’d welcome the coma,” she drawled, scratching under the dog’s chin with a faint smirk.
Lexi turned her gaze to the building -- is that police tape floating? -- that just about every other person there was periodically staring at. “Oh.” Well, that was an anticlimactic answer. To be honest, apart from that weird thing with the tape and the sheer number of weres hanging around, she didn’t see the fascination. The most interesting thing about it was that blessed tape. It was hanging in mid-air, right? On a great big bubble of, like, magic? That there was a bunch of kids and teachers or whatever supposedly stuck in there... hadn’t quite clicked yet, since she hadn’t been paying attention. And no, she couldn’t give a flying fuck about this girl’s sister. “What’s the deal here, anyway? Some kind of magical hostage situation? Anyone dead yet?” The last part was probably the wrong question to ask, but it was by far the more interesting. If the answer came back as a negative, she could always fix that. “Or is everyone seriously just standing around, waiting?” Eyes still wide with an allegedly (but not at all) innocent curiosity, Lexi managed to look like she was wholeheartedly interested in the answer. Until a man bumped into her, became distracted by a dazzling smile -- and she somehow stole his frappuccino, swapping it for the dog.
With a content smile, she turned her attention back to the girl whose mom was a bitch. Well, most of it. “Three... two... one...” From wherever it had been carried off to, the little poodle went ballistic. Lexi was too preoccupied with her newly obtained -- and pretty much full -- frappuccino to even bat an eyelash in the direction of where she assumed her fluffy terror was tearing at its new meatsack. “Mm, caramel.”