Bɪᴛᴛᴇʀɴᴇss ɪs ᴀ Sʜᴀᴅᴇ ᴏғ Bʀᴜɪsᴇ Bʟᴜᴇ ☓ Gʟɪᴛᴢ ﹠ Jɪɴx
"I'll be going now," she called out with the take-out in her hand, foot half-way out the door. Just ten minutes ago, the diner received a call from one of the officers from the police station across the street, requesting for some scrambled eggs, toast and black coffee. It wasn't unusual to have them calling in and inadvertently, the diner now provides delivery services-- which was only limited to the police department, of course. Seeing that they didn't have an errand boy to pester, Nikita was automatically given the responsibility to deliver those orders to the local law enforcers. Despite whatever trouble she had encountered with them in the past, she had to push them aside or risk losing her job and disappointing the brotherhood.
So out the door she went, dashing though the constantly busy street and earning herself a honk or two (maybe three) for her reckless behaviour. Upon reaching the entrance of the headquarters, the redhead came to a halt, eyes finding themselves fixated on a familiar face just behind the glass-panelled doors. Nose crinkling in antipathy, the mutant found herself balling her empty hand into a fist as if anticipating for a brawl to break out right there and then if their eyes met. Had it not been for a light tap on her shoulder by an officer, she probably would have stood frozen there until God knows when. The soft, crunching sound of plastic in one hand reminded her of the sole purpose she was here in the first place-- to get a stupid officer the breakfast he thinks he deserves.
The heavens was being pleasantly kind to her today for the desk she was assigned to was only a few feet away from the main entrance. Setting the foam food containers down on the wooden surface, she placed her hand atop it and waited for the due payment, the scowl earlier seemingly etched permanently into her features now. He was only two seconds too late. A little bit earlier and she would have been on her way back to the diner or she could have run off with the extra change to buy candies from the shop next door. But no, he just had to move a few motions too slow. He just had to search for his freaking wallet that was conveniently sticking out of his back pocket instead of being hidden away in a drawer full of junk that he spent extra time to rummage in. Nikita had just spun on her heel when she collided with the being whose trachea she had initially planned on ripping out but thought better of it.
"Why aren't you dead?" she hissed through gritted teeth, her query just audible enough for both souls to hear. Subtlety was evidently not her forte.