She won't fault him for hating animals -- she honestly wouldn't have expected anything else -- and the fact that he'll express genuine sympathy for her means a lot. She wipes at her eyes preemptively and says in a soft voice, "Thanks."
Before Shark will be able to get his hopes up about a potential witness, she adds morosely, "He didn't get a good look at my stalker. All he could tell was that he was male, but not particularly masculine." She frowns. "Which doesn't really fit any of the Cylons, but maybe there's another model I don't know about."
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Date: 2017-07-17 12:28 pm (UTC)Time to explain how she was led into what he has aptly called a horrorshow. "I was helping the injured in the Plaza when this teen showed up full of holes from a nail gun. He was friends with the couple who was murdered. My stalker had tortured him and then gave him some photos before sending him back out to try to find me." She tries and fails to suppress another shudder. "They were of me, Shark. From when I was drunk and eating ice cream, and then later when I was at the Crossroads Café. Whoever this is, he had been following me. Watching me."
Before Shark will be able to get his hopes up about a potential witness, she adds morosely, "He didn't get a good look at my stalker. All he could tell was that he was male, but not particularly masculine." She frowns. "Which doesn't really fit any of the Cylons, but maybe there's another model I don't know about."