"Like always," she looked at her, "five by five," she shurg her shoulders, there was no way she was going to tell her what she had been up to, "So..." this was just strange, "who we roughing up first?" she asked before turning to puff on her cigerette again. "We both need to get home."
She dropped the smoke, stubbed it out with her foot, "How is little shorty?" she asked, know you, small talk.