"What? You come to an investigation and don't even know your partners face!? How foolish you are.." Nicholas said, adding in an eye roll that Catrice thought really wasn't needed.
She scowled at him. She had been given the name, not the face of who her partner was going to be. While she could have looked into it a bit more, announcing the mistake wasn't necessary.
"...Oh well. I have a special question for you, Catty! I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 100, Give me the numba that first comes to your mind, and I'll make the real judgments on ya then!" Nicholas said with a smirk and an annoying attitude.
'Guess a number'? What did that have to do with anything? Nothing, that was what.
"Fifty three." Catrice snapped, folding her arms, "And don't you dare call me Catty, Palmer. I don't want to here that nickname again." Her name was Catrice. That was it. No stupid short version that sounded like something one would name a pet. It was just Catrice.
If there was one thing that the girl hated that had an actual reason behind it, it was nicknames. They were pointless, stupid.
And yet, Nicholas had been all cheery and called her 'Catty'.
Still, just one little thing had no reason to get her so mad.
Catrice took in a breath and let her arms hang back at her sides. She was being unreasonable.
"I suppose that you know more about what's going on than I do, for the moment..." She said, looking around, "With that said, what do you suppose we do first? I was thinking we could go around and see if anyone has any news." That was reasonable, wasn't it? She had never gone to the Sherlockian Academy, much less trained to be an actual detective, but hearing that the principal had gone missing. . . that was an opportunity she saw and took. Already she could tell that her partner, Nicholas, probably didn't think very much of her.
Right now, asking him what they should do, she could definitely see why that was. Still, they were going to win. All the girl had to do was catch up a little bit and get into the swing of things.