( how unfortunate for the woman. but it's her own fault for not preparing herself. rookie mistake definitely. and like he says, it happens. she blinks over to quentin, a little surprised he knew what book she is holding dear to her heart.

but this is his brain and space, so why wouldn't he know? ... it's still getting use to the fact that she is talking to a boy who can literally get in her mind and know exactly what she's thinking. it's scary, but also intriguing. the small shock expression melts away momentarily, and the devil dances behind the mischievous smirk she gives -- a wicked chuckle to match it. )

Eh heh heh, oh... I'm not gonna be the one with metal claws.

( it seems her gears are turning for someone or something to have metal claws instead. a certain little death monkey drum she's been fantasizing over the last few days to build. )

On a scale of one to ten, how possible will it be for me to borrow this lil' baby outta of your head?