Lowering her own weapon as she sees the guards stand down. Without saying a word she walks between the guards, touching with her shoulder against one of the guards his shoulder.
In a quick pace she walks to Jakes and her own room. Noticing the door standing on a ajar. Pushing the door wide open, aiming the gun through the room, expecting Sol, her eyes stressfully check every corner of the room with her gun aimed everywhere she looks.
Jake?! Dammit!
Then noticing the glasses filled with wine, the bottle opened next to it on the table. Walking towards the table, her gun lowered. Sits down onto the chair laying the gun onto the table, staring at the wine. Feeling perplexed, she sighs. Shaking her head in disbelief. After some minutes, feeling the anger build up against Sol.
That jerk!
She grabs her gun, Letting out her anger in a burt, resulting in the table being flipped onto its side. The glasses and bottle of wine smashing onto the floor, pieces of glass spread all over the floor.
Looking at a mirror that is hanging on the wall, staring at herself. Aiming her gun up, pulls the trigger. The shot ending up in the mirror shattering it into a million pieces. Throws the gun onto the bed and turns around. Closes the door with a loud bang. Walking directly to the 'Drunkard'.
Standing in the entrance, still stressed out. Goes straight for Samantha.
