In response, Jessica ducked her head behind the ledge of her perch and puked. That would have been embarrassing, except Jessica had pretty low standards these days, didn't plan on ever seeing (or, at least, being seen by) this guy anymore, and maybe he couldn't hear it over...okay, well, it wasn't subtle, but the other two things. She was wiping her mouth with the back of her glove as she sat back on her heels again, then slouched with her arms crossed against the roof's ledge, thoroughly over this already. She wasn't even getting paid for this shit, and her alcohol budget just doubled.
"I don't think we'd have any crossover clientele, so you can share your street corner without getting up my ass about it," she finally replied. Glass houses, and shit; Rand might have been here first, but he really didn't have the right to complain about anyone else doing any creepy lurking. "Don't let me ruin your evening, fuck off."