"Beautiful, Val." Miller added, whispering against her lips. Both girls took oke of her hands each, guiding her to the front door and out.

They were both keen to watch, partly because watching her change was hot and partly because she was genuinely an interesting girl. Rosie looked her over before nodding, Welsh accent evident as she answered. "You look adorable, baby." Meanwhile, Miller went a more...physical...route, kissing her.

The pair would be happy to watch her change into each new outfit, and her hair and such... She can take as long as she likes.

Both killers rolled their eyes in synch, immediately standing to get ready. "Go get dressed in something cute, baby."

"There's so many options." Miller stopped to think, trying not to say what her mind first went to. "We could go out for a walk or for food. We could order in, watch something..."

"Want to do anything today?" Miller and Rosie always treated her so well, spoiling her even. They had a well-paying, if illicit, job, and a short enough life expectancy to not be stingy about spending it.

"You weren't in the way, don't worry." Rosie reassured her before looking up at Miller, who had started disassembling and cleaning a pistol. "We fit a job in while you were asleep, but you didn't miss anything major."

"A good few hours, we didn't want to wake you." Rosie responded. Miller would return with some juice for the pup and tea for Rosie, rolling her eyes at the affectionate welshwoman

Cue a quick kiss to her forehead, the Welsh girl nodding. "Of course."

Seeing the girl move closer, Eleanor pulled her into her lap, both arms going around her. "It's nice to have you around."

"You okay there, darling?" Welsh might not be the most comforting accent, but it was what Eleanor had to work with.

Poor baby... Eleanor might start babying her, while Miller rolls her eyes

Poke... They hope they haven't killed her...

This girl at the bar is actually crazy (they'll be fighting over who gets to take her home)

At least it was a memorable night. RIP Kent.

Meeting Miller for the first time was an...experience...

Are you just wasting our time then?

Depends what you nerd.

If you like getting wet, none of my business. Do you need something?

They can predict the weather now, doesn't she know?

Why didn't she bring an umbrella-???

Is she meant to be that wet?

"I mean, come on, you don't think I think you're hot too?" Rosie place a hand on the girl's thigh, grinning. Miller was just watching, rubbing her legs together.

Rosie seemed confused by the question. It may be clear to anyone else, but these two were in such deep denial. "Why would it? We're business partners. And I'd get my share."

Rosie swapped sides of the table, settling next to Valerie, to better whisper in her ear. "Do you want that?"

"If I weren't here, Miller would be already dragged you into some closet." Rosie teased, whispering to her new housemate, unable to stop smirking. She knew how impulsive they were.

Miller didn't seem disappointed at all, and Rosie only seemed curious. What an odd girl. "So cute..." Ruby mused.

Miller winked at the other before starting to drink her hot chocolate slowly, not rushing. Rosie meanwhile was observing the two weirdos she was living with.

"Want to go back after this? You can settle in, maybe we can like...watch something." Rosie asked, finally speaking up. Miller shrugged, only seeking out time with Valerie.

Miller grinned at the other, transitioning her hand to instead be resting in her hair. "You can stay as long as you like." Rosie seemed delighted but stayed quiet, just watching the two.

Miller moved a hand to softly lift her chin, enforcing eye contact. "Want to stay with us for a little while?"

Miller scooted over so Rosie could sit down, both opposite Valerie. They looked like a cute couple, even if they'd both vigorously deny it. "Do you have anywhere to stay, cutie?" Robin would ask.

"That's actually adorable. Never been called ma'am before." Miller couldn't help but grin at the other, anything she was about to say interrupted by Rosie coming back with drinks. Valerie's coffee, a tea for herself and hot chocolate for Miller.

"You prefer calling me ma'am?" What an interesting young girl, tilting her head up by a finger on her chin. "Something wrong?"

"I'm Miller, if you want to call me that." Coming from Manchester gave her a very specific accent, especially for around London.

"It's adorable. You're as small as Rosie." Rosie would kill Miller if she was heard talking about her like this. Cue a little wink.

Rosie kissed the top of Valerie's head with a little grin before wandering off to the counter. Sat opposite Valerie, Miller had her elbows on the table, watching her. "You're so small"

"Maybe we saved ourselves a lot of trouble." Shrugging, Rosie pulled Valerie into a coffee shop, sitting the girl down in one of the booths. "How do you have your coffee, darling?"

"We intended to." Rosie immediately began leading the other away, Miller rolling her eyes as she followed. "At least she's cute..." the Manchester native mumbled.

"Our treat, as an apology." Cue Rosie offering her hand, nothing but kindness and care behind her eyes.

"You drink coffee? Hot chocolate?" The offer was clear. A signal behind her back and Miller was coming out from around the corner. She was a little more intimidating: taller, more toned.

"More or less." Shrugging, though the killer did take a few steps forward towards the other, looking her up and down. "You're such a weird one."

"That you seem like a tourist. I cannot figure it out." Rosie was definitely the more compassionate of the pair, and well...she convinced Miller easily enough. "I'm not going to kill you, darling."

"Maybe, but I was watching. Gets too personal if I learn from too up close, you get me?" Hands still stuffed into her pockets, she'd hate to scare the girl into anything. "Needed to figure out why a girl like you is so wanted by my potential client.'

The streets of London weren't exactly the safest, especially late at night, so it certainly paid to be careful. However, being followed by a short Welsh girl couldn't be that intimidating, as much as she hated it. But, well, the woman entered the alley, hands in her pockets, keeping her distance +

Poor guy Doesn't have their youthful energy

Rosie held her pistol out, keeping it trained on the odd thief. "What are you doing here?"

Oi!!!! She really doesn't want them to go.find their gun-