"Well fuck." These two words were uttered out of the girl's mouth quicker then you could say 'Brendon Urie' and the person in question moved from where she was standing, quickly closing the beige folder entitled 'Pom' before scowling as the specimen began to move fervently, banging its hands against the table in a last resort of retaliation.
In Annabella's words, "Queenie's fucking great," so I'm elated to meet you.