Feeling the daggers give way to a mixture of things, Delta looked up from the nails she had finally noticed were a little too long for a paramedic and flicked through her wallet. Where everyone else kept photographs of their wife and children, she had a worn out picture of herself as a kid. With Sierra. Of course, she had folded herself out of the photograph because they didn't both fit in her wallet, but whatever. She didn't need to see herself when she was reaching for cash and at least it was still intact. Just on the reverse. "Not the last time I checked," sliding it across the counter, she gently tapped one nail on the forehead of a fifteen year old Sierra Hall. It was easier than admitting that not only did she know her niece - again, assuming that this was she - was adopted but that she also knew where her adoptive parents lived. And that they'd offered her a cup of tea because they thought she was... someone relevant. She couldn't remember which lie she dug out. Nevertheless, details like that made people uncomfortable.
Since she had started the staring herself, Delta couldn't very well pass comment on the fact that she was now being subjected to it. Well, she could, but she wasn't going to. The idea of this Bianca actually being Sierra's kid had left her in an oddly charitable mood. She was also trying to think about anything other than the fact she was utterly convinced she could feel the black seeping into her eyes. A paranoid reaction from when she was much younger that had never gone away. The first time it happened, she thought she was going to go blind. "No point in apologising, babe, neither do I." Even if she didn't meant the apology. She couldn't say she had been paying attention. But Delta wouldn't have meant it herself and she generally found her own moral standing to be an excellent starting point. "I'll take that flashlight, though." Kid still had her card, after all. And depending on the make, they made good enough melee weapons.