LunarDiscord
"The Crimson Shroud"
Claire sighed, lowering her gun away from her chest, fitting it back into it's holster after. She simply glared at the cop who moved over towards her, giving him a scoff and turning away from him, she couldn't help but act like a pissy little girl, after all of that drama, including a drunken detective, a cop who was in over his head, and the safety of her brother, she stormed off back to the, thankfully, vacated reception desk once more, her boots loudly clicking away as she made her way there. Upon reaching the desk, rather than walking around it, she vaulted right over the desk from the front of it, the wood of the desk groaning as it clearly wasn't built to handle acrobatics. The desk survived the vault non the less, and Claire sat back in the chair, putting her boots up on the desk as she leans back in the chair, letting out another annoyed sigh.