Re: quicklog: selina/steph -- marvel penthouse.
You know, kitten, you're less talkative than me these days. [She shot the blonde a look over her shoulder, hips sway and comfortable as she grabbed two shot glasses from the bar and returned with them between thumb and forefinger. She set it all - bottle and glasses - on one of the coffee tables, and then she sat on the black couch, arm across the back and legs crossed at the knee.] Want to pour? [Because she noticed that swing of arms, and she figured it might help if the blonde had something to do with her hands.]
Robert's gone. Everything I had here was in his name. He managed things for me, and I needed to get things transferred. [She managed to keep her voice impressively even, if a long sigh followed the confession.] Talk to me?