Sitwell was still reeling from this ridiculous invasion, hands thrown out toward the upended purse, jaw tight and eyes wide. This was the least responsible move the Director could be making, if she saw him this would not work at all, and why wasn't he trusting Sitwell with his job? "I bring some for you sometimes in case you get cranky," he eventually leaned in to hiss, very disturbed but not so far as to not put the record straight. "And I don't see how that's up to me. Maybe she's just weird, but she is still a lady and I doubt very much that she invites every date into her...home." Wait, was that pepper spray? Who brought pepper spray on a date? Just in case, Sitwell snapped it up off of the table and tossed it into the potted plant behind him.