Penryn dumped the unconscious angel on the couch, not even thinking about how she should probably secure him. She went to go find food and check on her mother before making her way back to the corner office. The angel began to stir, and Penryn figured now would be as good a time as any to begin her interrogation.
"Where did they take my sister?"
The angel tried to roll, but quickly gave up with a harsh groan as his severed wing stumps ground against the sofa painfully.
"I don't know anything about your sister, monkey."
"Well," said Penryn, rage tainting her voice. "I'll just have to make you talk."
The angel wiggled his eyebrows in suggestion, and Penryn huffed.
"Not like THAT. Trust me, my anaconda doesn't want any of that."
The angel grinned at the obvious reference to popular culture.
"At least you have enough taste to quote her Royal Minajesty."
"OH. MYGOD. What- nevermind. I don't even want to know. Just tell me what you know about where they would take my sister, or I'll cut your wing feathers," she said, holding out a pair of scissors for emphasis.
He glared at her, but waved a hand to do whatever.
"They're useless to me now, you idiot human. Please stop talking before I snap your neck."
"First, you could have them reattached, and second, you could not snap my neck if you TRIED right now because-"
*SNAP*
She wasn't even aware that he had moved from the couch, because suddenly he was standing over her almost dead body.
"MOVE BITCH GET OUTTA THE WAY," he rapped as he put on a pair of sunglasses that he whipped from his pants pocket.
Penryn's last action was to roll her eyes in annoyance.