ACTUALLY SHE WOULD RATHER stay away from any sort of law with a ten foot pole. At least this woman wasn’t actually police or the like, which was the initial concern drumming in Cat’s head. Though the question of if private investigators could ARREST was briefly considered. In the end, she paid it no mind. This stranger had no idea who she was, and since juvie, her name had faded from existence, it felt. Momentary respite could be taken here without worries. Surely no one was looking for the r e a l her – the side of her who most definitely wouldn’t be introduced any time soon.
“Nevermind, it wasn’t important, jus’ curiosity,” she explained, watching her companion carefully, though feeling somewhat off put by the way she was being eyed. While used to others staring her down for her appearance, something about the current situation didn’t sit right in Cat’s stomach.
Yet she said nothing regarding that, merely raising a brow. “Yeah, I generally d o n ‘ t look good. Kind of my every day appearance. Y’wouldn’t really look too well yourself in my position. But m’fine. Though I’ll take some water, sure.”
“Uh, right. You’re right, of course...” She trails off, stroking her chin thoughtfully. While the fan whirred in the background, moving this way and that in a rhythmic motion, Laney allows the words from this girl to sink in deeply within the recesses of her brain. Something fascinating is occurring; most definitely. Everything happened for a reason, did it not? With a brisk movement, she shoots out of her chair and heads towards the water cooler, placed surreptitiously near the back of the office.
“I know what it’s like to, um... be put in situations where people assume the worst.” She continues, taking a plastic cup off the rack and sticking it under the water spout. Staring at the water filling into the cup, her face begins to fall into one of dazed contemplation; clearly lost in another world not necessarily the one she stood in. And yet a world all the same. “Appearances can really be all someone needs to make a first judgment, and... and even then, it’s surprising how little some people can actually know you.”
Many faces came to mind, though quite a few were nonspecific. She merely sighs, and turns the nozzle off, and brings the cup to the girl - a girl who was becoming more interesting by the minute.
Something about her said, well... relatable. Understanding. Even if Adder’s harsh stare in her general direction was enough to make Laney’s hair stand on end, she was not about to abandon someone who seemed to be in need.
Such was not in her personality.
“Maybe a lawyer’s not what you need. But I know a really great lawyer - a defense attorney. Trust me on that, he’s... he’s seriously one of the best! But uh, I won’t push you. It’s just a suggestion.”
