Rendered into Hell

[Remnant]

Holding it in her hand, rotating it slowly, looking at it carefully. Inspecting the stone. It seemed that she didn't care whatsoever what else was in his pocket. Even though she catches his odd look at the memory stick, she didn't seem concerned. None of her business.

"This I haven't seen very much of. Sketchy business. That's what you get for accepting an experiment I suppose." Bringing it close to her chest. A tiny reaction comes from the stone. Presumably something she was wearing around her neck under her shirt gave it a reaction.

"These things don't go dark unless you severely piss one of them off. In most situations, someone wouldn't get away unscathed after something like that. You're a soldier if I've read up on you as well as I could. I suppose you know the retribution that comes in the end for hunting people.. Conscious beings are conscious beings. Human or not. Dislike and hate isn't very far off the mark. You don't want that. The life of a soldier in any form in the end can be summed up with a simple quote. If you live by the sword, you will die by the sword. Today might not be your day depending on how you play it. Don't cross the wrong boundaries. You might be a bit too late for that piece of advice though."

Reaching down to her hip, pulling out a knife from a sheath. Slowly dragging the blade against the stone, a large cut appearing in it. "Bonds aren't removed through an inactive stone." She mumbles quietly. "Lets just hope it should stay inactive now, hmm?" Smirking slightly.