"WHAT!?" Poppy whirled, still clutching his lock picks, nostrils flaring as he searched around for anyone approaching. When he didn't see anyone, he turned, giving the pretty girl a dark look, "That was rude. And, uh, I'm not scared of any Baker anyway. And this just isn't worth my time anyway."
He shoved the lockpicks into his pocket, "So, Bianca, huh? What, uh, what are you doing around here?"
