Oh Hi Candice (Gigi/Candice)

It didn't take a rocket scientist to tell that Candice was pissed, not that Giselle was particularly surprised given the circumstances. Candice had been .......interestingly back and forth during the little encounter. One minute seeming intent on teasing Giselle, the next she had been clamming up, the next making cute frustrated faces. Following that, her text being left on read as it were. She hummed to herself, lightly flipping her phone thoughtfully through her fingers for a few seconds, before finally her dexterity failed her and it dropped to the floor, at which point she picked it back up as if that had never happened.

Well. The only reasonable reaction would be to go visit the woman.
It was a simple task to make her way toward Candice's hotel, making her way through the fancy place, honestly a little surprised that Candice could feel at home at these foofy fancy places. And eventually, she'd stop in front of the woman's door, taking a moment fix her hair, having taken the time to do it up in a braid. And with that, she knocked on the door, smiling warmly and swaying to and fro excitedly as she waited for her companion to answer. She even had a small bag of food, snacks, and some other things she'd prepared for the evening. No point in showing up as a surprise without tribute, right?

Giselle's brows raised slightly as she looked between the two hulking men, head canting to the side before she considered, briefly for an instant, making them not a problem. It was an old little kneejerk reaction of course, one easily pushed down, but it still crossed her mind for the briefest moment. "Giselle Gewelle. Am I on the list to see Miss Catnipp?" She asked lightly, seeming unperturbed by the bulk of the two guards as she waited patiently for their response. This .....certainly wasn't an interection she'd expected, not that rich girls didn't HAVE this kind of protection, but more the fact that Candice would be the type of woman to bother having protection. Unless they were spiritually gifted humans?

She simply decided to make a mental not to ask her about that later. For now, she simply waited, realizing that she might actually get sent away. Of course she could just...FORCE her way in. But well, even she felt that might be a bit too extreme.

Giselle raised a brow slightly, intrigued. Oh? Candice hadn't put her on the list? Well she supposed that was reasonable, and she began considering her options, were these guys the types to go forwarding a message to Candice for her? She was about to find out when that sudden crashing sounded from inside the room, both brows raising when that hoarse voice sounded off. Wait, was Candice....sick? Her calm expression shifted just a little as she looked between the two guards. The heck was going on?

"Uhhhhh, thanks! Pleasure to meet you guys!" She chimed to the both of them before....cautiously making her way into the place itself, poking her head in as she began to scan the room for Candice, already wondering just what she was walking into, that voice definitely had been off, was she sick? Injured? Already Giselle was starting to worry a little, and so there was a bit of pep in her step as she hurried inside to go looking for her special friend.

Giselle took only a moment to survey the inside of the room, more or less having expected the sort of lavish stuff that was in evidence, making it abundantly clear that this was indeed a Catnipp nest if nothing else. That said, the noise from the other room caused her to perk up, going suddenly very silent for a few seconds as it suddenly occurred to her, her smile slowly starting to grow more and more whilst that irritated shout hit the silent air. Was she back there doing something? Her head canted to the side for just a moment as she wondered, was there a person there?

Giselle's attention meandered around the area she could presently see, not really seeing any immediately-notable evidence of someone else being here. That didn't necessarily disqualify someone being there, but still.... "You never came by after the other day so I wanted to check up on you and see if you were doing okay!" She noted, her voice more.......serious than usual as she did still wonder if Candice was feeling sick. "You didn't get sick when you guys went off to eat did you? I knew that Thai place seemed suspicious..." She murmured under her breath, mentally calculating the plausible places that Candice could have gravitated to and subsequently gotten sick from eating the food.

All the same, she made her way up to the door, hesitating as she abstained from straight up putting her ear to the door and simply waited patiently for her partner to reply.

Giselle's smile slowly widened for a moment as she let her head cant slowly to the side in hearing the strangeness in Candice's voice. OBVIOUSLY she had imagined that possibility, but of course she also knew THE Candice Catnipp did she not?~ That possibility was something that SURELY if THAT where what was going on, SURELY Candice would have stopped once Giselle entered her abode would it not? And all the more, hearing the carnage going on in Candice's room made her pause, thoughtful, contemplative.

She did not get too ahead of herself just yet, but now she was VERY curious indeed. As to the ...source of that strained voice. And a tiny part of her hoped that it had not just been Candice sobbing. But that only made the desire to get in there grow even stronger as a mix of potential amusement and the potential need to comfort her partner rose up in her mind. She made her way oward the door, gently resting her hand on the handle. "Were I a couple hundred years younger, perhaps I might be the kind of girl to go making guesses. But if there's one thing you learn about people, it's that you really shouldn't try to guess what people do." She pointed out, before finally opening that door and slipping inside, her blut activated in case any more glass objects went flying her way, intent on checking on Candice's situation.