"What do you mean 'watch her'?"
Cinder smiled at her subordinate's astonished reply.
"What does it sound like, Roman?" she replied smartly, reaching over and pushing her associate's hat over his eyes. The man growled despite his best efforts to keep his irritation internal.
"A waste of my time," the criminal shot back swiftly, adjusting his hat until its position satisfied him.
"She's a fully grown adult…" Roman said before glancing to Neo, who stood next to Cinder dutifully. Her head barely reached her bosses shoulders.
"…well…half grown adult, rather," Roman added thoughtfully. Neo didn't react, but Cinder seemed to be mildly amused at his joke. She gestured to the tiny girl beside her.
"Our new friend Neapolitan here can be a bit…" Cinder paused before grinning. "…unpredictable. Delightfully so, I find. Although I don't think you'll share that sentiment."
Roman frowned, but Cinder quickly cut off his objections as she exited the stolen cargo-filled warehouse.
"I'll be back in a few days or so," she called over her shoulder, swinging her hips on her walk out. Have fun you two!"
Her laughter echoed in the dark warehouse as she slammed the door shut behind her, leaving Neo and Roman alone together. Roman shook his head at the heavy door in dissatisfaction with his new 'job'.
"…Well, that was foreboding," he said briskly before turning to the subject of his inevitable misfortune. This was the first day that he had met her, and as such had no preconceived notions of the girl, other than that she obviously had some affinity crime or obedience, as well as some talent, given Cinder's selectiveness.
"So. Pipsqueak," he said flatly, angling his head down to condescend to her properly. "What's your shtick?"
The ice cream haired girl simply looked up at him and blinked unassumingly. Oddly, her right eye changed color. What had once been chocolate brown was strawberry pink. Roman only had time to raise an eyebrow in mild surprise before Neapolitan smirked and disappeared in a blinding white flash of light.
Roman was left squinting tightly, spots of light in what little vision he was left with. He reached up and rubbed his eyes with an unamused frown. When his vision cleared, he stared at the spot that Neapolitan had been standing. Eventually, he reached up, pinched the bridge of his nose, and let out a sigh.
"Why do I always get the weird ones?"