Hilde's eyes narrowed dangerously and for a moment after the comment about her thighs she was sorely tempted to show him just how strong they were. She'd crush him, all right. At least she would if by crush him he meant the crushing impact of a knee to his dangley bits, and the crushing was of said bits against his pelvic floor. Hilde watched enough SCI and Criminal Minds to know that there was no such thing as a 'look' for rapists, and that was not even counting all the girls she'd known who'd been raped. In fact, that comment alone was likely to get him maced and kneed.
When he kissed his uncle, if that's what the blond was, she felt a bit of sympathy for the guitarist, even if she wasn't impressed with his band. Or his attempt at being charming.
She knew she should walk away, but she couldn't help it. She was just waiting on Desi, or at least that's what she told herself. Even if Desi had disappeared in the two minutes she'd been staring at the blond. Damn it. Now she couldn't leave, not without finding her roommate. And the best way to do that was probably to play at least a little bit nice with the band member of the man said roommate had been hanging on like a harlot.
"Hilde," she finally said, not offering her hand which was still holding her mace in her pocket. She looked at Eyebrows critically. "Nice shiner. That from the last girl you pissed off?"