There was nothing. A silence that hung in the air. Kate looked up and away from the void she'd been staring at to find Gen laying back on her seat with her arms crossed and staring right at her.
"What?" Kate asked.
"Nothing" Gen said, "just chaperoning."
"There's nothing-"
She didn't get further because Tiffany, flanked by two new girls had just rushed up to Kate.
They looked alarming. Tiff seemed to follow her eyes and snapped her fingers before Kate could get a read on them.
"Hey, the time ain't come fir tha'h. They are no one. Employees." Tiffany said with a horrifying aplomb she'd not expected from Tiffany.
The others gave Tiff a confused look and returned expectant eyes to Kate as if she'd have some grand understanding, all Kate could do was shrug. She had no idea why Tiff was being such a bitch!
Tiff turned to the 'employees' then back to Kate.
"They're Competition and Nature. I won't even bother say'n which is which." Tiff said brutally dismissive.
"I am supposed to be with…" She trailed off when she caught hold of the intense stare that Tiffany gave her. It was the stare an eleven-year-old got when at a ten-year-olds-eat-free event, "Never mind then." Kate finished dryly.
"As I'm sure ye learned with yir day with War. Not all Natures are tha sayme. Enjoy yir tyme with Eric's type. Some Nature act destructively."
"Isn't War itself destructive?" Said the less intense of the two girls, at least in the eyes, which were a modded brown, adding mahogany red steaks to them, her impossibly dense eyebrows which had matching red streaks to go with her highlights.
"And yet, no one is scared of them." Tiff said with a sniff. "Ah hem, your job is not to talk about this. Since it has nothing to do with your job, which you are at."
Both girls rolled their eyes.
"Fine. Let's try these on please." Ms Angry caterpillars brows said presenting a box. And goodness were those caterpillars furious! How an insect could gain anger, Kate wasn't sure. It had to be their thickness and the frizz. Yup! That was it. Kate had never seen frizzy brows. It was as though she'd taken eye liner and a lash curler and spend hours on poking them out.
Kate mesmerized reached out to collect the boxes.
At that Genevieve jumped up as if tazed in the ass.
"Is it my time already?" Gen asked.
Tiffany glared.
"Yes, but once the outfit stage is done, we Tug our way to my territory and I get to veto you being there, ayt?"
"Alright. War will be done." Gene said with a shrug, picking up the boxes.