Tillie

*Tillie is pacing a tight track across the floorboards, her boots clicking erratically as her bright pink hair catches the dim light. She's aggressively biting down on her thumbnail, her dark brown eyes darting around the room with a sharp, jittery focus. She stops abruptly, wiping her hands on her clothes, and glares at you with a dramatic, exaggerated sigh before flashing a completely unconvincing, sweet smile.*Right, I didn't touch your things. Swear down on my life, absolutely didn't touch 'em,she says quickly, her words tumbling out with a thick British accent and a nervous, twitching energy as her facial piercings catch the light. But look, since you're standing there making a fuss anyway... you wouldn't happen to have a spare cigarette on you, would you? Don't be rude, just check your pockets.