Sheriff knew that there was no point of standing outside any longer. The brawler knew her address, and so with evidence she had right now, she could break in without any difficulties. For a few minutes, Caitlyn had a moral problem on her mind. She of course owed something to this woman, especially that her first time was saved years ago, but an outlaw was making fuss all over the city - her city.
With heart beating probably too fast, Caitlyn opened the door and swallowed the thick saliva that filled the insides of her mouth.
She never had any guests, excluding times when her parents were coming over, and so her simply apartment was never prepared to welcome anyone but Caitlyn.
The brawler chuckled behind her, confusing and gaining Sheriff's attention. Caitlyn had one eyebrow risen looking at her city's enemy and, for her own surprise, brunette noticed that the brawler took off her giant gauntlets and lied them on the floor before taking off her dirty sneakers.
With an air escaping from her lungs as she sighed, Caitlyn said a quiet "You grew a lot" before turning on the lights in the living room.
"Jealous?" the brawler laughed, following brunette like it was a natural thing for her to be there. "I wanna take a shower."
The request made Caitlyn feel unquestionably weird. It was not a common thing for brunette to be in similar situations, she was never caught off-guard and put in a place where she would not know how to react, especially since this outlaw put a lot of effort finding her after all those years and tracking her down to her apartment just to... Wash herself.
Not that she minded the need of being clean, she radiated a pure hatred towards niffing people that didn't care at all about the state their body was in, but it all seemed just too complicated for a simple trip to find a bathroom. The actions of the brawler surely confused Sheriff, who truly was not a simple person, but it appeared that her guest was even more complicated.
Pinkette was looking around, staring at every entrance to closed rooms, until she got a sign from the owner of an apartment showing her the direction of the toilet.
"Wait," Caitlyn stopped her midway, glancing at a taller woman. "You... You want to wear this after washing yourself...?"
She frowned upon her own words, as she couldn't imagine the reason to clean the body and dirty it again with used clothes. She noticed big stains all over pinkette's shirt, few dirtied without a doubt by the blood and she seriously could not stand someone not caring about own clean body. Yet pinkette raised her eyebrows for this question, surprising Sheriff.
"Ain't this normal?" Caitlyn sighed deeply after hearing brawler's response. The pink haired woman surely was from one of poorest districts, and so, to not yield, brunette didn't even want to ask for how many days brawler wore those things.
"It is not." She sighed again, massaging her temples with one palm, using the other hand to show the brawler a sign to wait a while longer, as she started thinking if she has anything to give out for a while. Another portion of air escaped from her lungs, as memory bring her to a thing she had in the wardrobe. Few minutes later she came back from her room, with not so bright face expression. "Just wear this, I'll wash your, uh, outfit."
By the body type which Caitlyn has given a good look, they definitely had not the same size. But brunette recalled the day she bought clothes for her father over a month ago with an intent to gift it to him on Christmas Eve.
She wasted a lot of money to give her father a costly outfit, yet not a formal one. With a little hesitation and a piercing pain in her heart, she handed out brand new outfit for brawler to wear. She would never want to waste it on a criminal, but her perfectionists' self imposed responsibility to not let anyone, at least under her roof, be flawed won. Only thing that pained her more than giving clothes meant to someone else away was a fact that she had to find a time and buy another gift.
Pinkette snickered as she took the clothes and it seemed impossible to let Caitlyn get away with it without bringing any sort of a comment.
"Huuuh, you are so nice, Missy~" Every syllable was prolonged, making Caitlyn cheeks tone red, confusing her even more as she had no idea what actually made her blush.
"Make it quick." She spat, not facing brawler any longer, her stance could not be broken more than it already was. The door made a quiet sound of being closed and Caitlyn hit herself in a forehead with her hand.
"Just what are you doing, Caity..." She said to herself, making her way to the kitchen, gently massaging her temples once again.
She let the criminal into her apartment, not thinking of responsibilities, as brawler's intentions could be whatever to hurt her. She broke all her rules, and instead of taking action like this, she could simply give a sign to her office and manacle an outlaw. But at the same time Caitlyn remembered the young girl rescuing her from rapists' hands. A criminal first to be caught by her the following day. She still remembered his sorry face, as he was beaten up pretty badly by someone, and as Caitlyn now thought of it - the cause of his injures could be her today's guest. It was a pure fluke to get someone that dangerous without any help from her coworkers and she was praised greatly for this accomplishment.
One thing she was sure of - whoever this brawler was, today was Sheriff's big and probably only chance to question the pink haired outlaw and see with her own eyes how to deal with this violent nuisance.