For a minute, the shadow stood in place, and Cobra grew more nervous the longer it held. What was taking her so long to just leave? Oh, yeah, she was having second thoughts. Again.
What.
With a click of her heels only audible to Cobra, Sorano strutted back down and took a seat, her legs once again crossing. "Friends? Oh, I could tell them. But they'd never set foot in this thing. But wouldn't that be the ironic part…" she paused, perhaps for dramatic effect, "because they're the ones who need it the most. Tell you what, I'll spill the beans on them, and then we'll be even. God, if you believed that one I made up you still wouldn't believe half the crap they pull!"
Lucy's face had never grinned so wide, Cobra thought, as he sank further down in his seat. Great, just great. He braced himself as Lucy primed a whole new notebook, knowing full well she'd probably use up at least half of it. He was considering sliding fully off the chair and hiding under the table as an infamous Sorano rant began.