No Social Butterfly

"This is horrible, just stab me in my temple now please." Conner grumbled.  Nova smiled at Conner looking up at him, and her smile was sarcastic.

"At least you don't have to wear a dress." She said, swishing the skirt of her deep blue dress. It was strapless and tight on top, but the bottom was a loose skirt. "Do you know how hard it is to hide weapons in a dress? Had to stuff it in my clutch." She stated.

"No, I don't wear dresses." He said as they waited for Newark who was talking to a couple others. They spent the last five hours talking to all different officials. Filling them in with the report they were given. With the new compiled information. They were also here as detail to keep an eye out for supernaturals that might try something.

"Really? I thought you were the girl in the relationship." She stated and Conner rolled his eyes.

"No more a girl than you." He replied and she rolled her eyes.

"Thanks." Her tone was dry and he laughed.