Her brow furrows. She sucks in a lungful of air and just vibrates in place for a moment. She turns away and heads up the stairs, whirling on him as he follows her, her fingertip sharp in his chest.

"I'm a police officer, Gene. You think I can't take care of myself? That I need you to rush in and rescue me? Bloody hell, why don't you just go back down there and have that that that skank whore rub her fake tits all over your face. I'm sure you'll feel much better. Happy Fucking New Year's."

She's fumbling for her keys now, cursing a blue streak when she drops them.