The look offered to her triggers a feeling of amusement and smugness within the woman, but her expression seldom changes. Eyes meet and clash in a silent, brittle stare before his sigh churns into a statement. Circe, of course, has an immediate answer for him, speaking in an almost 'matter of fact' manner. "Breathing, living, talking - the list goes on and on." The words are stated almost methodically, as though the answer was obvious. Her stare returns ahead, although it's mostly just to hide the merriment that bubbles onto her face.

She focuses once again on the task at hand, ensuring she didn't lead them right onto a ranger's doorstep, and otherwise ignoring what happened behind her. Until that repugnant smell grew all the worse to where it was nigh impossible to ignore.

Brows quirking, a glance downwards revealed the foul beasts gathering around her in a way that was far too close for comfort. Much to her embarrassment, the woman lurched upwards in a surprised jump, like a cat being doused in water.

"Get away," her hiss seems to lack bite though, as the poison types seem to much rather deal with her than the man that lingers just behind them. Dominic's statement only earns a quick glower from her, "shut up," her snap is quick and distracted. "Stay ba-" Her snarl is followed by her lurching away as a grimer takes interest in trying to cling to the ends of her coat.

And so, she takes a page from the underbosses' book in delivering a quick jab of her foot. However, her kick lacks grace and refinement. A heel painfully jabs into the trash-bag like surface of the trubbish' skin, causing it to slide back a bit. Silence ensues for a moment longer before an ungodly noise begins to well louder and louder from the plopped over child; a cry.

For all the intelligence Circe has, the expression that comes onto her face could be described with one word; lost. She immediately looks over at Dominic, ushering him forward with a hand, "do something!"

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The glower Circe offered Dominic was venomous. Her mouth opened, "fuck y-" The vulgar snarl is halted by the increasing volume of the wailing trubbish. As much as she wanted to chew the underboss out, the trubbish was a more immediate problem that needed to be dealt with. Several conflicting emotions floated through her eyes as she finally regarded the poison type. Disgust seemed to be the most apparent one. While the most apparent response was to calm the child down, Circe would rather bite her own tongue. Being nice required effort, too much effort.

So instead, she released her shiinotic. And from its caps SPORES are released. The wailing pokemon practically inhaled them and falls asleep in a matter of moments. With a foot, Circe nudges it off to the side, somewhat shoving its body behind some scattered boxes and otherwise hiding it. It was clear she didn't intend on taking this one with them.

"You see that?" Her callous voice is directed towards the other poison types, "unless you want to end up like it, keep quiet and keep moving." Her demanding snap is enough to get the frightened young pokemon moving with only a few sniffles to spare. The Shiinotic began to touch at her hair in an affectionate, yet irritating, manner and thus it was soon returned.

"By the way," with the 'problem' dealt with, her head snapped back towards Dominic. "You're an asshole." Her scrutinizing glower narrowed even further, "Like an actual dictionary definition of one. Congratulations, Sinclair."

The chuckle that leaves her lips afterwards is bitter - likely annoyed. A hand pulled through long pink-hued strands as she took the lead once more of their little posse. "I need a drink."

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"If you have any better ideas on how to handle the situation, oh beloved underboss, please feel free." The snarky reply is stated with a nonchalant wave of her hand. "Ah - actually, you did have a solution, didn't you?" She mimicked his shrugging motion to the shadowed alley way in a rather antagonistic way. She wouldn't let go of that anytime soon; the bastard would've actually left her, she was sure of it.

"Oh, please. You're all the trash I need in my life." Her tone could be considered endearing, if it wasn't for the pointed glare she gave him.

She lets out yet another scoff at him, raising a hand to halt their little crowd as they secured their route. "And aren't you addicted to half the things they sell on the street?" There's a judgmental raise of a brow, then a pause. She wanted to include in that drinking was the only way she stopped herself from choking the life out of him or going on a tangent and tipping off the league that a 'scary man lives here'.

Instead, Circe merely sighed, waving along the gang of poisonous types to continue trekking off after them. Shouldn't be too far now before they could dump them off and leave, finally.

"Why don't you treat me out to a drink tonight, Dominic." It's more so a demand then her asking him. "As a reward for this mission."

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Whether the man is successful or not in managing to out-snark the head scientist is a mystery not yet answered...But, he does successfully manage to silence her. Instead, Circe merely scoffs, lips curling into an annoyed frown. "...I hate him." The words are nothing more than a whisper, but she almost hopes that he hears her.

Watching as their poisonous horde disappears down the pipes to wreck havoc, she rolls her eyes heavily at the man. "That's a shitty reward considering all that I do for you idiots." She comments sharply. However, her attention turns fully to him as he doesn't immediately reject her proposal of a drink. There's a brief moment of silence as Circe stares at the underboss with an unreadable expression. She leans closer, almost challengingly. Finally, a small 'hm' leaves her lips.

"Fine." She answers, "we can stop at your place first for a bit." A small smirk comes to her lips, one that's daring and teethers on the edge of being inviting. "You up for it, Dom Dom?" She opts to taunt the man once more.


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