Frowning as she looks at the goods that have fallen out of the bag,
scattered all over the floor.
Taking the gun Sam offered her into her hands, leaning back again the wall.
Staring at it for a moment, a clean stroke over it with her hand.
Staring at her ring. The gun laying loosely in her hands.
You're heartless, what was it again...? Ahhh right Sam.
You do not care about all the people around here, no one.
It almost sounds as if you want to escape life, making me do the work for you.
Talking quietly, her finger stroking the guns barrel slowly.
A quiet sigh coming from her.
Option one and two have the same result for me, I die.
Result two would mean I get to take you and this Sol with me.
Giving Sol a short glance with her eyes, her look returning fixed onto the gun as she keeps stroking the barrel calmly.
Her eyes narrow, the hold on the gun with her hand tightens.
Could there be an fourth option you overlooked, or a fault in one of your options?
She aims the gun with her left hand to Sam.
If I kill you and then him..., how would they know you're dead, how would they know when to fire their missiles?
Pulling how own gun out with her right hand aiming it at Sol at the same time.
Her voice sharpened and so her eyes, more directed at Sol then Sam.
Tell me Sam, how would they know you're both dead?
