A mystery wrapped in an enigma

"What that poor little can ever do to you?" came a voice from the shadows.

Chloe was ready to kill.

"I mean, there it was," came the voice again and a young woman with it, "just sitting there, being a can. It wasn't hurting anyone, especially not you..." She sauntered out. She had dark hair barely visible under her leather cowl, than ran down and joined a full length leather dress. "I can just feel the frustration boiling off of you," she said and she was right next to Chloe now and slowly, brought a single finger up to her shoulder, dabbing Chloe's shoulder lightly. A hiss bubbled off it.

"See? Just furious now, aren't you?"