Drina couldn't deny that she felt a little snubbed that Marco had turned down her offer to join him and keep him company as he ran his errands. She wouldn't have minded the menial business of the task he described (this had to be one of the first times she heard him mention any relative of his), especially since it would have served as a great distraction from the discomfort that was growing in her center. She reasoned that she had no right to feel like that; Marco didn't need her hanging around like some clingy, lovesick teenager. Not that was what she was acting like, of course.
Her jaw snapped shut when she realized her mouth was hanging open and she mentally chastised herself for reacting that way. Marco was a grown man and could do whatever he wanted. Even if that meant hanging out with young twenty-somethings that got their skirt caught in a door. She was just about to ask Marco how he helped the girl home (she had this mental image of him standing back-to-back to the girl as they inched down the sidewalk, but she didn't think it was likely), but the subject was abruptly changed when he answered the girl. Drina put on a pleasant smile because it was easier than trying to delve into just why she was so against the idea of Marco helping any girl with their skirt. "I'm Drina," she responded and logged away the girl's -- Jo -- name.
Now that the spotlight was sort of on her, Drina shifted her weight from one foot to the other and tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. "I'm still kind of new to everything," she admitted upfront. "Marco's the only other person I really know who's a were," God, the word sounded so strange coming out of her mouth. "How does this place respond should a cage break and someone gets out?" There it was, the authority of being a former agent coming out in her voice. She didn't intend for it to show, but she supposed that was just one of her many qualities that suited her for the job in the first place. "How likely is it for someone to break out?"