Ok but replace the nerf gun with a real gun and this week’s AHWU more or less features my image of FAHC Steffie; chill and organised with occasional bouts of vicious retribution.
I feel like she spends most of her time rolling her eyes and cleaning up messes - finding a last minute replacement for bikes the Lad’s totalled a day before the heist, sourcing new suppliers every time the crew manages to kill off or mortally offend another one, identifying lists of contractors to look into for various one-off jobs, tactfully losing keys or bottles or specific addresses when one of her crew-mates is hellbent on making a fool of themselves. 90% of the time she does it all with minimal complaint; some snarky sarcasm, threats about one day leaving them high and dry, the occasional stubborn strike until someone owns up to their latest incident of assholery, but everyone’s patience has limits. She’s not a saint.
Steffie snapping is a rare event, happens maybe once a year if that, but there’s no missing it when she does. No one gets any warning, it’s more often a last straw kind of situation than a response to one big fuck up, and her rage is as brief as it is destructive. Once, after the countless shrugged off eh we’ll just get another one incident of the week Steffie took a gun, calmly made her way to the penthouse’s garage and introduced several new holes to some of the more expensive vehicles stored there. Another time she wheeled Geoff’s fully stocked alcohol cabinet onto the balcony and pushed it off, yet another had her snatching Ryan’s mask right out of his hand and hurling it into the lit fireplace, simultaneously melting the skull beyond recognition and forcing everyone to evacuate to avoid the fumes. For the shortest of times Steffie is loud, is angry and disappointed and thoroughly unimpressed, she is truely pissed off and it is terrifying.
As soon as she’s gotten her frustration out Steffie sighs and gets right back to work, as reliable as ever, but the outbursts never fail to leave the rest of the crew kind of shocky, torn between horror and awe. When they’re not the target the rest of Support is mostly entertained; take pains not to draw attention to themselves as they settle back and watch the fireworks unfold. On the other hand the main crew, who are in many unexpected ways absolute wimps, tend to slink away with their tails between their legs, wide-eyed and vowing to behave themselves while hissing angry complaints at whoever managed to knock Steffie over the edge this time.