"I'm sure Pam would just say she was making small talk," Kiley said, feeling some of the tension start to ease from her shoulders. "And it's Fletcher, by the way. Her husband. Apparently they have the kind of love that would inspire romance novels." Kiley scrunched her nose up in disgust. "I told her that he was probably under suspicion for her disappearance at this point. Which I know is also a shitty thing to say, but she pissed me off." Kiley didn't care that people knew they were together. She didn't even care if they asked her about it. She just didn't like how Pam approached it, and Kiley was sure Pam had been crass on purpose. Kiley exhaled some more smoke and then grinned at Chase, feeling a little better now that she has vented. "She asked if we were boinking. She actually used that word."
Moving away from the window, Kiley walked over to sit down beside Chase on the bed. She glanced at the armor behind her before drawing her legs up to place her heels on the edge of the bed frame. "I usually don't let people bother me. I don't know why she does. People like her judge me back home all the time and I couldn't give a crap. But she made me want to like... pull her hair like a pissy teenage girl."