In other words: exit, stage left.
"So um.... it's getting pretty late and I'm going to go." The words shot out of her mouth at an alarming, suspicious rate. There wasn't enough time to dawdle - glasses were expensive from what she understood, so she wasn't about to shell out whatever it took to get her coworker a new set of frames. "But I'll catch you around later, okay? It was nice to meet you, Prancer."
With a click of her black heels and a flurry of pink hair, the corrupt was gone, disappearing into the safety of the Negaspace - and hopefully very far away from a potentially irritated senshi of reindeer.
kuropeco
fin from my end - SORRY ABOUT YOUR GLASSES, PRANCER