𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. 𝘚 𝘰 𝘳 𝘳 𝘺. No real apology, no excuse, just fancy lawyer talk. Of course. She should've represented herself like she'd planned.

❝ Adrienne. ❞ Popping up from the bench, she reaches for his hand and gives it a good... albeit quick, squeeze before letting go.

❝ Allegedly. I could be anyone. ❞

❝ Took you long enough, I only get, like ... an hour for my lunch break. ❞

She's been sitting there for fifteen minutes! Well, seventeen and a half minutes specifically, but still. That's well over a quarter of an hour for something as 'simple' as a second degree murder charge.

Now you're REALLY sounding like my conscience.

You can't read minds, can you? Is that why you're such a good lawyer?

Hah!

... Alright, alright. Break. Yeah. Maybe I can get someone else to cover my rounds, I mean there's so many spiders around these days..

Agh. I wouldn't feel right.

You're... starting to sound like my conscience. Eh heh.

... Yeah, you're right. What am I thinking?

There's gotta be other ways to make some dough, I mean- we live in New York for crying out loud!

Hey, you and Mr. Nelson don't need a mascot, do you?

I can do backflips!