[ wow, so mad! even trucy didn't seem to expect that kind of answer; her eyelids flutter at his first little outburst, and she seems to shut up for a short second. "use"? maybe he really was just some sort of burglar, and it's up to trucy to take care of him until she gets a chance to call the cops?

or, at least, calling the cops would be the sensible thing to do. judging by how young (and unfashionable) this person is, trucy doesn't feel like they're necessary just yet. she might just try to diffuse the situation like she always does, whether or not it's the best decision.

she sets her fists on her hips, pouting. ]

Hey! Is that any way to talk to a Lady? Especially when you're borrowing stuff from her own bathroom. And what's an Apex anyway?