"O-Okay." She said softly when told he would stay on the phone. In the background she could hear someone else talking. Student of yours? She rose an eyebrow, the facial gesture purely for herself, as no one else was around. "Who's that?" She asked, pushing some of her wild, curly blonde hair out of her face. She looked around, feeling a little uncomfortable. "People keep looking at me funny. I think it's all the blood." She did have a decent amount on her - her face particularly. "And - " Just as she dropped her head, she let out a scream.
"OH MY GOD, THAT WAS A RAT." She exclaimed, putting her feet up on the chair she had previously been sitting on, and was now standing on. "Mr. O'Daley, why did no one tell me the rat stories are true? That rat was the size of my fuc---freaking leg!" She put her butt on the top of the chair and her feet on the seat, wrapping one arm around herself. She still felt a little sore. "Great now people are really staring a--"
You ok little lady? Could be heard through the phone. "Fine, thanks." She replied, her voice clearly conveying some kind of 'ew' facial expression. I think you should come with me, I'll take you to a doctor. Convincing, really convincing. ""I'm actually on the phone with the cops right now. Officer? Yeah, like I said. Line B, 7th Avenue." She said with a faux smile. The guy walked away quickly. Lenore's bravado disintegrated. "Mr. O'Daley please get here soon."