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Eleanor crossed her arms, “Whether it was out there or not, it was wrong of you to invade my privacy. It was exceptionally rude, especially since I’m a woman. How would you like it if I looked up your entire life, your most private moments? Huh?” She was very irritated about all this. It wasn’t even so much the fact that he knew all about her, but that he arbitrarily did it, and then waltzed back in here like nothing was wrong. She gave him a glare, “My life is none of your business! You’re a…a…you’re an ass!” She said, flustered. She turned away from him and let out an angry breath, teleporting down from the building. She didn’t care whether or not he was following after her or not.

“Not looking good. What do I care who’s coming into this world? They probably brought this on themselves.” She said bitterly, though she knew that’s not really how she felt. That was just her anger talking. She knew that if something from some other fiction was hurting innocents, she couldn’t let it go unchecked. But she had just escaped from the battle for her freedom…did she really want to throw herself into a fight she technically had no stand in? She sighed and ran her hand through her hair.

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Alice crossed her arms, “So far as I figure, I’m from a similar dimension or whatever. Not quite the same, but pretty damn close. As for names, you both can call me Walker if you need to. Or Boss, if you’re really inclined to do so. I definitely won’t stop you.” When she heard Castiel’s suggestions, she shook her head. This guy was worse than Shaundi, “Is all you care about getting high? Because if that’s the case, you’re worthless to me.” However the next bit he mentioned was interesting. Still, the last time she’d dealt with magical shit, it was some stupid ass voodoo fucker who didn’t god damned die. She’d quite literally had to turn him into hamburger to stop him from coming back. She gave a dark chuckle at the thought, “I have a craving for burgers all of a sudden. Anyone else hungry? And can you take souls from anyone? I mean, you are planning on giving it back supposedly, just take it from some pot-head drunky. I mean, we can even get them to say whatever we want them to simply by offering them drugs. And if your host doesn’t have to be willing…” she let the thought go as she cocked her .45 with a dark grin before slipping it back into her waistband.