"You don't look too bad yourself there, Petey." Elle beamed at the compliment, preening just a little inside. She always liked hearing that she looked pretty. It's not like it was a compliment she heard at the Company very often. (Well, some of the prisoners there told her she was pretty, but it was usually in a pretty skeevy manner, so that totally didn't count).

"I'm getting pretty good at sneaking out," She chirped with a smile at him. "And as long as I get back before the sun rises, I should be fine," she shrugged her shoulders, taking a long drink from her glass. If Daddy discovered she was out, he'd probably just call her cell and demand her to come back. It wouldn't be a huge ordeal, though it would be rather annoying. She hoped it didn't come to that.