"Kinda hard to pigeon hole you though, right?" She had already taken the purple wig off, was already in her preferred clothing: black jeans, boots, red t-shirt and her hair in pigtails. She would likely have been cast aside were they not looking for the perfect girl for Hit girl: loud, rough, willing to swear, willing to get dirty. To her, it was a dream: no more playing some docile little girl on a kid's show, or being shoved into some dumb soap opera.

Thank God. That just didn't sit well.

"What would they put you in, you think?" She got along with her, in character and out. She was nice enough, sweet, the opposite of her.