Lita usually loves being called doctor. It's a respected, lofty title and she's worked her ass off to earn it. And yet, she hates how it sounds coming out of Demi's mouth. Even though she knows it's not for real, it feels like she's losing a friend...and it isn't as if she has very many to lose in the first place. It was an unexpected, shitty side effect of her Hellhound affiliation and one she wants to rectify as soon as possible.
"Thank you, Ms. Rafferty," Lita says, unable to keep the frown off her face. She tries to arrange her face in a more pleasing manner and succeeds, but just barely. "I wish you luck in all your future endeavors." Lita held out her hand and shook Demi's in a very formal, stilted manner. Chalk another injustice up to this Godforsaken building and the corrupt government body that ran it.
Her hand on the doorknob, Lita glances back at Demi briefly and gives quick, but very deliberate, wink. If the surveillance guys were so hard up for action they could see that little indication of affection, they would have earned their paycheck for the week. With that last parting gesture, Lita walks out of Demi's apartment and, for awhile, out of her life.
"Out of my way, mouth-breathers," Lita says, elbowing past the guards stationed outside her friend's door. She thought there would be a load off her shoulders once she was out of the building. One less lie to maintain on top of the heaps and heaps she's been shoveling lately but as Lita drives back to the hospital, she finds that if anything, she feels a shit ton worse. The worst part about it was the one person she wanted to talk to about it was the person she had just left behind.